Stavanger Bay ah, just burn it up

As he hoped, Vallkyrie went on to paint him a better picture of Torbine, and he's willingly captured by the thought in its ups and downs. It was easier to imagine places faraway, especially ones of rich history, and of absolutely no consequence to him. Given what he has seen of the shoreline in his most recent weeks here, it did all seem to add up, though it was difficult to fathom that much coast--surrounded on all sides, with mountains separating the rest of the world. Which really.. he fancied that piece most, the strategic use of the peaks, and the so-called Badlands (whatever those were, exactly, since a name like that didn't inspire anything kind to him). A plentiful place protected away, it seemed.

Even in his cobbled together imaginary view of these lands, he could see the value in it. So, no wonder it seemed to be the root of quite a history--a good ancestral home to a name to last, he supposed despite all of his further wonderings on the matter. While she told him plenty, there was always more to question. Sounds secure, he mused. Do you eventually get tired of that much seaside all around? he asked with a soft chuff, considering he was still charmed by the coast--new enough to it up close and personal yet. What was the Badlands? he pressed, eager enough to continue mapping this place somewhere far from his reach.