Totoka River debris

asmodeus had remained some days near the stream pack where the dragonness had resided. but boredom took him again; he fucked off once more, this time cutting an angled path through the flatlands in the direction of the sea.

it was a stupid decision, but asmodeus often placed risk over logic if there were new things to be found on the other side.

four days' travel brought him to the frozen shoreline, equally trapped in ice and cut clean through by the horrible ocean winds.

"jesus fuck!" he swore loudly, huddled against the knifed edge of a snowstorm that had risen out of nowhere to pound the beach. he could barely see before him, hunched on the sand at the cleft of a river and the inexorably huge expanse of saltwater. 

this hadn't been worth it at all. asmodeus didn't care what sort of women made their home here, they were certainly all viking hags.