Dragoncrest Cliffs You had your maps drawn

There was little more for him to respond with than a lazy shrug of his shoulders. Oh, how he missed Freyja—his sister, his voice. Shaking his head shortly after, he dismissed the thoughts and focused back on Arrille before nodding towards the north; he intended to take his leave and devote a portion of his time to a patrol. Without waiting for a response from the other boy—or to see if he might follow—Hvitserk turned northwards and walked away, not to stop until his patrol was completed later on in the day.