Stavanger Bay Unconscious mind but wide awake

The girl did well to explain what had pulled her away from the crew, but Smokestep found a few pieces of her story to be lacking what he desired in a member. She was drawn to the past – latched there – by something that had happened. The young Captain was not eager to explore the options for a returned deserter, but he understood that she had been doing what she believed to be the right thing. Drawing his tongue across his lips and muzzle, the brute sighed heavily and shook his head to the female. There was obvious disappointment on his face, in spite of his youth and lack of care. As free from the world as he was, the marauder did not take well to those who came and went without communication.
 
“I understand, lass, but yer not part o’ that old life anymore, ye hear?” he said to her gruffly. The brows on his head had furrowed to form a neat line over his bi-colored gaze. “Ye returned to yer home, is wot matters. Yer back an yer here to stay, but I’ll only warn ye one last time… if ye turn an’ leave yer crew behind, ye’d best just stay out there in the wide open land. If ye leave an’ return again, it’ll be the last thing ye do,” he growled to her with a firm nod.