Don't Ever Play With Guns

aside from Dagfinn and Valkyrie, Dutch really didn't know many of the band. that was a shame considering she was a very social creature. so when opportunity knocked, the dwarf would answer accordingly. lifting her head from the beach, she saw another wolf approach the base. she'd been keeping watch and allowing her bruises (and cuts and scratches) from various spars heal. but she didn't sound the alarm. she could easily smell the scent of the Hjarrandi on him. maybe he could smell it on her by now too.

so there was nothing holding her back from talking to the guy, surely? he was just another Viking. "looks like the storm'll break soon" she remarked idly, as she watched him take a seat on the sand. Dutch approached in a way he could easily see her. her face and body language were friendly enough but just in case Valkyrie didn't explain who she was, she'd introduce herself to the guy. "you're with the band, right? I'm Dutch. Valkyrie hired me as a craftswoman."

but only time would tell if more trade and orders flowed in enough to keep her occupied. the dwarf tilted her head slightly, wondering to herself how this new encounter would go. some of the band had accepted here already, but there were those who really thought she was an oddity.

"speak."