Stavanger Bay We'll sing the song of the sea,

Umbra wasn't sure how to feel about a religious man joining the ranks. Even her homeland thought of Gods and Priests of the like, she avoided them. Her job aligned with warriors of the sea rather then believing in something that wasn't certain, and even when she thought of him; he betrayed her. Such a God did not deserve her prayers, and only could be sent to herself.

She stopped replying to such, making it clear that the Sealord grew dull of the conversations amongst God. She would tolerate it, and let him do as he want, as long as it didn't bother her. Umbra wasn't going to suppress someone over such a weak excuse.

"Practice makes perfect." She watched with a judgmental gaze as he failed over and over, but she would give him props; he didn't give up. That was a key trait to making Umbra like any, she enjoyed soldiers who was relentless in their pursuits, and did not enjoy cowards who gave up at the first sign of a struggle.

"Fish a few times a weak, and come back with a bigger fish." Somewhat of a 'task' was given, but she wouldn't care too much if he followed through or not.