Blackbeak Bluff Where to begin

Continuing his path as he carved a route into the tall grass, stomping it down brutally beneath his weight. He wanted to get away from the shores - he had been here for too long. The soothing sound of the crashing waves did nothing for the snowy goliath, all he needed was some quiet to forget what had happened previously. To wipe his memory clean and start fresh from the beginning once more. 

All he had to do was keep himself busy... 

And someone came. A young male cloaked in grey. What. Far from a question, he wanted to know what this one wanted from him. The distance kept between them was recognized and appreciated, with all that deemed it necessary to come in too close to speak, this was a nice change of pace. Rosencrantz knew what he himself wanted from this boy - although to start a fight with him would not be the same rush as a man in his prime. But perhaps, he could dip his toes in with this one should things go as planned.