Shimmering Sands "it's calm before the storm, winslow."

"If we had to impress you, I fear we'd be roaming for the rest of our lives, Lionel," Knaven drawled knowingly. 

The dark brother did not turn back to his sibling. When the stone was kicked inland, the saltfang squinted toward his kin. As much as he did not wish to share it, he was equally as unimpressed by the shore of the wilds. Skellige had spoken so reverently about his bay and the forest where he had met their mother. As the wind swept across the sands, Knaven looked to Lionel and then beyond. The surrounding terrain was impressive. It would prove an interesting excursion inland, when that time came. 

"Where do you think the Sentinels are?"