Stavanger Bay It’s funny where you end up when you don’t pay attention.

The flattery was neither appreciated nor disliked; Ford simply offered her a soft smile in response to the comment that was made. The peculiar Elixir seemed as though she was doing her best to make a good impression; he noted how her eagerness had shifted to a softness when she had remarked on his name. Strong was encouraged for him, but it was not all the strength that existed; there was a delicate balance of strength and intellect that was necessary for him to encourage their growth.
 
When the girl mentioned her aspirations, the warhound nodded his head. He too thought of Dalia and how the girl might have liked a companion who had similar interests. More than this, he thought that it was important that they allowed as many intellects in as there were who desired to join. Saucy hadn’t said much of anything, but Ford appreciated that she was there and listening. It was good for them to know what his process looked like before strangers were accepted into the rift.
 
“Those are excellent skills to have, and we would be pleased to accept you here. I only ask that you strive to give back to the pack in everything you do. Here at Stormrift, we aspire to overcome our weaknesses in order to show strength in the face of any challenge. You will learn more as you get settled in,” the warhound returned to her in a deep voice. He turned and cast his head to Saucy once more with a light curling of his dark lips. Then, the skeletal brute motioned with a swing of his muzzle for Elixir to step across the invisible barrier from the outside to the sacred innards of the bay.