Ominous RO is ominous. Continues here.
Thoughts of his son had invaded his mind since last he saw him, and thus the man had not slept in some time. He saw them all, though. In the glimmering light of the new day, sifting like dust through the beams. The smell of Scimitar's children - and the others - perhaps was enough to incite such a reaction to his very tired, very worn mind. He moseyed through the dust with a stupefied smile upon his face; his sunken cheeks were a constant reminder of the famine regardless of the return of the herds, but he was content, and seemed to be watching something in the distance. Following something—or someone. Without a word to anyone, Njal slunk with an even gait towards the edge of his new home, not even noticing the lack of a limp in his crooked hip, nor feeling any pain.
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