Dragoncrest Cliffs hell is but the temple

Njal gave the boy a toothy grin - the kind an old man makes when he's trying to be nice, but clearly doesn't approve of something - and tut tuts, shaking his head as an answer to the proposition. Yes, he'd like to abandon the strangers and live a life of more substance, but he'd given his word. And even if he was potentially breaking his word to a group of lowlifes, it just wasn't Njal's style. His word was all he had left.

"I will keep you in mind should the winter turn harsh." But he was already turning and departing, taking a few leisurely steps so that some distance is placed between them. Winter on the coast wouldn't be that difficult, so Njal doesn't expect to be seeing this boy or his family for a while - if ever. "Thank you for the offer."