Stavanger Bay let me check my itenerary... alright

The drawing of his blood was of little concern to him. It happened often enough; his frame was littered in an array of scars from his youth and his wars. It was the coarseness of his cloak that hid them from the naked eye, and he had not yet allowed anyone close enough to know they were there. He could see the look of concern that had flashed across her features. He knew that she hadn’t intended to actually harm him in any way; Ford did not mind at all, and he dipped his muzzle down to her and bathed the bridge of it in the salty wash of the ocean.
 
The next comment was an expression of displeasure at being forced to fight in the water. The titan drew his crown upward and smiled proudly at her. He knew well enough that she was a far more capable sparring partner when she was in her area of expertise. Still, the wolves of the rift were meant to overcome the weaknesses that they had. “You must learn to fight anywhere,” he instructed her. “Be an unstoppable force no matter where you fight.” It was the only way that she would grow as a warrior.