Dragoncrest Cliffs something they don't teach

tags for reference. temperament roll: melancholic .

the kraken's entrance into what he presumes is the teekon wilds — he's followed @Smokestep's directions word for word, reciting them like a solemn sea shanty in his mind and occasionally under his breath — is uneventful. the afternoon is as overcast and snowy as it had been outside of the wilds and as the smoke and seasalt cairn's steps slow as he nears the telltale precipice of the cliffs he finds it an overall dismal day.

the sea, though calm today, crashes and tosses each wave against the jagged and waterworn cliffside. jagged rocks wink up at him like the pointed canines of some swallowed titan. arinbjorn makes a low noise in the back of his throat, not quite a rumble but nothing close enough to be a vocalization of words. mercurial gaze stares at the sea for a few moments longer before he turns away and continues along his self-given path driven only by the need to find stavanger bay.