Dragoncrest Cliffs hell is but the temple

He listened, and felt a great pang of longing when the similarities of this boy's venture reminded Njal of himself. Back before things went wrong, before he lost his children and his wife, when he thought the northlands would be their prized domain - their haven, and kingdom. It was wise of this boy to choose the oceanside; it would be easier to survive through the winter. Perhaps Njal's own desires had spelled disaster to the Sveijarn - he had wanted the familiarity of constant cold when they had settled at the glacier. And that had not ended well.

"It is a good choice of land," he confirmed with a look across the cliffs and rocks, nodding his head briskly. "It will be easy to defend if the need ever arises, and the cold should not be so bad here." Perhaps if things went sour with Vlad and his crew, Njal could head this way for the winter. He looked to the boy again, interest clearly caught. "What is the name of this place?"