There aren't too many native residents.

Huh... The last of the islanders.

I remember Undvik. They showed me how to weave nets.

Thank ye, White One. You're not one of us, but ye sure fight like an islander. How's it you came to Skellige?

Had to calm a few of 'em, but we managed it without doin' serious harm. Tough islanders, these, they'll serve you well.

His wife went missin' durin' a nasty storm. It was said the goddess smiled fondly on her, so Lars refused to believe she was truly dead.