Sequoia Coast Get over your hill and see what you find on the other side

Even though the other produces no threat and introduces his himself quickly, Thuringwethil doesn’t allow any slack in her features. Her gaze remains hardened, scrutinizing, and considers his reasoning for coming all the way to the coast. She glances out to the sea as it rolls in, wave after wave, and then returns slowly back to him. “It is something to be seen and not described,” she tells him. There are not enough words in either of their languages to give the ocean a proper image; it often takes one’s own eyes to really understand.

“I am Thuringwethil, commander of Drageda. It is further south, should you choose to go that way,” she says with warning tone to her voice. One brow quirks playfully—daringly—should he choose to continue on the path. “What is it you think she can give you?”