Ocean's Breath Plateau look ahead, look-astern

@Newt

He had split from the rest of his crew just days ago after a discussion with Lynford, deciding it best he scout ahead. Being a gun-for-hire, it made the most sense that the mercenary was sent first; he was, after all, used to being alone for long stretches of time. Having a crew by his side was of course preferable — especially in these uncharted lands — but it was nice to escape the squabbling that came with travelling in a group made up of mostly assholes.

With a swaggering stride, Kingsley made his way across a grassy plateau that rose sharply from the coastline to meet the sky. The very edge of the cliff offered a grand view of the ocean in one direction, while the other was a panorama of the snow-ladden surrounding territories. He cast his gaze towards the inland, jaw lifted into the air with his lips twisted into their usual half-smile. Their quarry could run, but he couldn't hide from them.