Gilded Bay i forgot my passport

It was as simple as that, it seemed. Hogo was a willing fellow, and he expressed his interest quickly – confidently – with the request to see the bay that had been claimed by the rift wolves. Ford did not wish to hesitate; they had many miles to cover before they would be on the edge of Stormrift. It did mean that the two males would have time to get to know each other while they ventured toward the sentinels and the bay on the other side.

“We have some ways to walk,” the titan explained with a gesture toward where they would be going. Then, he cast his mismatched gaze back toward Hogo with a soft smile. “Tell me about where you are from? How is it different from here?” the warhound then prompted with an encouraging nod of his head toward his companion. It would have been good to hear about somewhere that was not the wilds or the islands of Warsaw. In his heart of hearts, Ford had always been a vagabond. It was simply not in the cards for him to explore such passions.