Stavanger Bay 300 silver pieces or more

It was the sound of a sharp – and young – voice that had pulled his attention from the waves. For a moment, the warhound thought that he had imagined it. That was until there was another voice that reached out in response to the first. Without hesitation, the titan turned himself toward the two callers and cupped his ears forward to collect anything else that might pass from them to the winds. The length of his strides was impressive, and he passed across the sandy beach like a shadow.

It was the unfamiliarity of a pale figure that struck his eye first. He slowed his pace and approached with a watchful gaze, waiting to see what the stranger was doing. Beyond that, there was a slightly smaller figure and a wild spark to the youngster's features. Ford peered at them with a narrow-eyed expression. His brow seemed to furrow over the mismatched gaze. The titan approached them and caught the tail end of the question that was issued by the paler of the two.

“No, but I am,” the brute intruded with a gruff baritone of a voice. He twisted his features upward to smirk at the unknown female, curious as to where Velen had found her.