Stavanger Bay the drink of the Gods

@Saucy

Norsamu was once a dweller in the Bay before leaving, and before it was occupied by a group. She spent quite a while at the beaches, mostly because her dearest treasure laid hidden in the rocks. Though with winter approaching, the treasure was limited and would dry up, and no more was there a thin chain keeping her by the waters.

Except she came back. And joined a Pack. Quite an oddity for her desire of freedom and adventure, it was out of the norm' for her to stay bound. However her social needs seem to conquer her desire, as the lonely behemoth shut her pride away to ask to join Stormrift. All she wanted as some fun in her life, Norsamu cared little to the need of shelter and protection, for it was easy to provide herself one. She was a warrior at heart, but a barbarian, who enjoyed laughter and shenanigans of play. A tavern was a place she could on dream to enter in the human realm. 

Though she got close to one, with the discovery of rum, "Aw, shit man." Sad to say it wasn't to be for the winter! For her rotten fruit to provide the juices have long been dried, and the leaves were crumbled into a lifeless dust, "shame! S'pose somethin' to look forward ta next winter!" But Norsamu didn't let it get to her, as when Spring would come she could taste the sweet nectar once more. So she laughed it off, despite a longing for the alcohol.