Stavanger Bay It’s funny where you end up when you don’t pay attention.

The brute did not miss the call that rang out across the bay. It seemed that after having built their empire, others had arrived at the edges of the mighty fortress and were seeking to speak with whoever would have them. The titan drew his crown upward and cupped his ears toward the sound of the stranger's voice on the winter air. The crispness was due, in part, to the chilling air that had gripped their little slice of paradise. In other ways, it was the idea that there was someone seeking attention at their borders. The moment was paramount for the warhound, and he did what he could to make short time of responding.

On long legs, the skeletal brute made his way to her. When he drew nearer, the mismatched colors of his gaze rested on the peculiarity of her ears. They did not stand tall like his own, but seemed to flop forward and droop in a way that he had not yet seen before. Ford did not stare long, though, before he latched his sights to her brilliant blood orange eyes and offered a ghostly smile. “Greetings, stranger,” his smoky baritone met her with all the warmth that he could afford. None of the feeling that radiated in his words had met his gaze though.