Stavanger Bay to light a candle is to cast a shadow

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’See anything out there?’
 
A voice sounds from the woods behind him. For a moment, Knaven felt stricken by having missed the individual when he had been searching the sentinels just moments before his arrival. All of those cheerful talks about spirits from his mother flooded to his memory. The druid breathed through his nares and inhaled the sharp tangy aroma of the sea. This was grounding for the rogue who then turned to face the approacher and to size him up.
 
The figure was shorter than he, but not dramatically. He did not seem to be lacking meat on his bones, at least he appeared healthy at first glance. Knaven felt more inclined to chat with the fellow when he didn’t appear to be much harm. The idea of how his frightful father would view such feelings made his stomach churn and he cast a crooked smirk to the stranger.
 
“Out there?” the druid gestured to the sea and the vast ocean that stretched beyond.
 
“I always see something out there. But growing up with the ocean’ll probably have somethin’ to do with that,” the rogue then added and the warm intensity of his gaze drifted back toward the water. There was very little that he could do to fight his propensity for the sea. The Cairn family had lived by the water and died by the water for generations. It was fated, the spooks had told him reverently during his totem ceremony. None of it had made much of a difference to him, not until he’d actually seen the bay.
 
“You from ‘round these parts?”