Cerulean Cape whisper wild

She spoke, slinking closer, and Njal watched her. While he had limited understanding of her language, it was eerily similar to the many languages of his first home. Still, he could not decipher it well enough. Instead of answering with any sense of pomp or interest, he simply turned back to his path and continued to stride along. There was an obvious difference in his gait now, a limp that slowed his progress.