Hoshor Plains inscribe all names that god has left

erzulie had received all the information she deemed relevant, but now it had become the role of the coastal wolves to return the favor. "i be marie, and this is my daughter erza," she lied deftly. "our pack is along de sea, but a little fur'ter," she gestured, motioning toward the distant unseen shoreline where the pirates had once led.
"ironsea," and her heart rose to speak the name aloud. "we are just explorin' today, an' i thank you for satisfyin' our curiosity."