Stavanger Bay harpoons

The voice that calls back out to him is a heavily accented one. One which often came paw-in-paw with those living along certain parts of the coast. A piratey tongue for certain and Aiolos would make sure to keep a sharp eye on this one, should he also fit the sneaky and sly stereotype.

For now, hearing the voice pleased the Greek and brought upon a sense of nostalgia. It is... He agrees with a smile and a glance back to the ocean ahead from where Aiolos had come from inland off the open field land. Then, he turns back to the fellow out to his side a ways down. It isn't, although, I wouldn't mind if it were. The Stavanger Bay is a good place to call home.

Aiolos then juts his head out to the northeast, motioning for the other to look. That island just over there, that was once my own. He wondered if any other had decided to call the place home since then. If Mou or Maegi had ever returned with their pups to bring life back into the isle.