Stavanger Bay good morning sea witches

She was thick-skinned enough to have the wince completely fly by, but she noticed other things. Norsamu gazed at him in wonder, waiting for a respond to never come, and only a series of different appearences showing itself. One which came with her comment, and she only laughed more at his unamused look, "Aye, don't be down! Don't be meanin' harm, just wonderin' if we should hunt em' sharks for ya to feast on." Surely some shark meat would give him some size, or perhaps go easy and stalk an elk. Eat what you hunt to gain their power, an amusing phrase some would say, "or ya prefer bein' a cute lil' thing."

Then she continued on with her own introduction, somewhat, "I'm Norsamu, ya a quiet lad aye? S'pose that means no name, a tricky situation ya?"