Stavanger Bay the drink of the Gods

She was more then happy to have others share in her ways of speech, aye, that'd be a bliss if it came to truth. Though she couldn't see someone like Ford, who was more of sophisticated speech then one of the rogue-like pirates, to talk any of slang she spoke of. Someone like Saucy though, the behemoth would be more then pleased to share words and the like with. Be a dream if the rest caught on.

"Name's Norsamu, ya casual wanderer of the lands and adventurer," but, "s'pose not any more now that i'm here!" She joked with a cackle, as perhaps her crossing of lakes and mountains wouldn't be as frequent anymore. Course', her nature wouldn't let it completely stop. The lass would have to ask eventually if she could take a month off to travel more of teekon, maybe with the excuse of 'knowing the lands better.' Sounds pretty good, "what about ya, lass?"