Stavanger Bay the drink of the Gods

Saucy was immediately taken aback by the words that came out of the barbarian’s mouth. Ahoy. Lassy. She had only heard words like this used ironically in stories about sea wolves, but this lady was legit! Wowza, this was way too cool. Saucy missed a lot of the meat in what the black and white wolf said, she was mostly hung up on how she sounded, a smile spread across her maw. Dude I like your accent, she half said aloud half whispered to herself. 

The warrior caught the last section, something about delicious, and she watched the woman gesture at the dried up stuff on the ground. She assumed that meant she wanted to eat that stuff, but it wasn’t good till next year. She gave a slow nod, mentally trying to figure out who the fuck eats leaves. Cool, was all she ended up saying, deciding with finality that this lady was hardcore. What do those leaves taste like? she asked eyes aglow with that curious burn.