Dragoncrest Cliffs pick up a crew in tortuga

atlantis?

rhaegal stops in his tracks, ears cupping back atop his skull as the name he'd thought he left back on mearas island finds him here.

he peers over his shoulder and then turns to face njord full on, though the mist worked hard to make his visibility not the greatest.

aye, rumbles rhaegal. uncle njord? he asks; uncertian but feeling confident he hadn't misplaced the voice. granted, he couldn't say that he knew his uncle well but there weren't many that knew him as 'atlantis'.