Stavanger Bay ah, just burn it up

Ha-ha, yeah... She agrees to his first bit, nodding her slender muzzle as she turned her attention to the shadow at her side. A striking black without any pronounced markings, different from the river of white she had which flowed from throat to underbelly.

And even if you don't make it out on your own, or it doesn't turn out like you wanted, there is always home, somewhere... She added onto his words. The Archers has themselves quite the backbone and many places, even if not here, knew them well. It did bring a sense of peace and...

Vallkyrie turns back to him, feeling a moment of shame in her words at the thought of his own family roots, made of the great Moonspear cliffs which though still remained, the majority of his family seemingly did not. Time passed and little were recovered, dead or alive. But where did they go? Where now would Ostrega hold their roots?

Maybe we shouldn't just talk about these places... She said then after a while of silence, staring out over the ocean view. I can show you them. Maybe Torbine, maybe we find somewhere else... We both need a break from all... Turning her head back inland. This. She turns back to him, a sheepish expression almost on her features. Her eyes, almost pleading, for by now the huntress had made her decision. It was just up in the air if he was coming with.