[SE] Pickled, dried, salted, smoked

"A pleasure," he murmured, completing the ritual as hands were reclaimed.

Stormbreak itself was semi-mythical; buildings and a great tower visible from the sea but lacking Torchline's canals to allow merfolk entrance. It was a place of mystery, strange and distant, in waters few mer had traveled to in recent memory. The opportunity to speak to a resident was most welcome for that reason, and Hadama listened in unhurried silence as Lena spun a vision in garden green.

"You are a priestess of Frey?" An openly curious and frank question, new respect dawning in emerald eyes.