Stavanger Bay Where the moon is made of gold,

It seemed the welcome wagon had dispersed, and all the pretty ladies with it. Sunhawk would be inattentive not to pick up on the dwindling scents. A shame he hadn't a chance to spread out the Sunhawk charm before they all left. Who knows, it might soften the prickly bedside manner Umbra was known to employ.

Speaking of the Kraken, there she was walking down the beach with a literal angry cloud fuming overhead. Sunhawk eyed that figurative stormcloud warily. He never knew how to address the Scary Lady. She was a lot like Wylla to him. Thorny exterior, even thornier teeth.

Sunhawk decided he would avoid getting to close to both for now. "Greetings, m'Kraken. You look as deadly as ever." Sunhawk extolled lavishly with a bow. "I see somethings got your butt all in a tizzy. Who we taking an eye from today?" Not him he hoped.