Stavanger Bay off we go to the great beyond

He chuckled at the boy's, hopefully exaggerated tales of chasing bears and the stars. Oh the innocence of youth. How one could make up an entire world in one's head, live in it, blissful. Then, it would sometimes be forgotten, or new tales would be added to its mythos. He had the same experiences as a child. A means for him to escape the loneliness that he had lived in.

He thought of a myth he had learned back in Orkney. Maybe he could impress him with this: "Have you ever heard of a dragon?" Mordred was not sure if dragons were part of the fairy tales in the southern regions, but he could always just guess.