Stavanger Bay To be rollicking randy dandy-O!

After an odd encounter with some kind of snake lad, Norsamu no longer felt the need to continue digging for seashells and the variety. She collected a rather large pile- which she just left behind there. Wolves don't have pockets, and she sure in hell not going to drag them all around. While lately she found herself wandering Scavenger Bay, no home is permanent.

The only reason the barbaric female kept wandering around the bay, was well... She finally figured out how to make the rum. The wolves that were previously at the sandy shores left supplies over, and while the prey were well rotten or taken, the fruit remained around. Which also rotted- but that's how she figured it out. She managed to use her big brain as well to remember how Zigzag had done it, with mixing honey, fruits and berries, as well as some honey with water. It seemed it was a drink where one would have to leave it out while the juices mixed together... Which she too put on a leaf, and happily sat by liquids as it emitted the sweet smell of rum. Ah, she could feel the tears swell from the pure joy of finally having enough to enjoy the nectar once more.

Norsamu wanted to forget the snake lad's poetry nonsense though, and simply get drunk off her ass during this fine evening.