Stavanger Bay we are dogs of the sea

It was clear the two were vastly different, but were both titans in Stormrift. One held a serious nature who wished for growth, and strengthening of all, but the other was a silly Pirate, who desired to hold the treasures of the world, and enjoy life as it is. She didn't deny growth when it came to be, but she didn't push for it either. She grew up, and grew into being a barbarian, one of mismanners and laughter, as she was thrown into a den of beasts, but also thrown into a den of entertainment. At least Norsamu, could provide use as a warrior, for she knew to fight, but as one still young, there was much to learn. She didn't really bother, though. Just simply like tavern-brawls and spars with strangers.

"Sounds fun mate." He didn't go further into what it was and led it into an air of mystery. She knew it wouldn't be easy to pry any information out with stuch a stony-man, and didn't care to anymore. She wasn't of brains, only pure brawns. If it was too difficult for the mind, Norsamu was one to easily abandon it. Though she would happily beat the shit out of someone, if he so chooses to tell her, not think it.

"So then, what am I, aye? Used to say i'm an adventurer, a rogue, barbarian, or if suits ya fancy, a warrior." The fuck were ranks in these parts.