Dragoncrest Cliffs hell is but the temple

For @Sebastian but open for invasion by anyone traveling with him! Kinda short, oops. 

Growing tired of the sand - wanting something more solid, less strenuous for his old body - Njal headed towards some far-off cliffs. It wasn't a conscious decision to head in to the north, but he did grow more comfortable when he left behind the beach and the dry, reedy grassland attached to it. He could see birds floating above the cliffside; lazy in their collective gliding. Some dispersed towards the sea as he drew closer, others seemed to be intent on landing and watching him. Maybe if he wasn't so agitated by the ache in his bones, he'd chase them down - snap them up, or just rend them to pieces. Sea birds were nothing but pests, and he didn't like the look of these ones. By the time he reached the rocky path that led up and across the cliffside, he was too tired; so Njal paused in his prowling to rest his feet, but kept a stern eye upon the crying gulls.