Greatwater Lake dragon's tooth

Mind if Atlas pops in? He'll putter in the background unless given an order.

Since arriving to the company of her sisters, Akantha did not need his constant care. He would be within earshot if anything did occur however; lingering on the edge of the lake, trailing various women as they embarked on their own excursions, and always returning to catch a glimpse of the green-eyed girl. It was easier now with Greyjoy to accompany him. No longer was he tasked with sustaining the one adept, for there were many now.

Atlas took to wandering - carefully, and not too far. He sought out the odd new scents within the soil, traced the errant rabbit trails or other such prey, making note of potential meals and gifts that could be bestowed upon the hungry. It was during one of these idle wanderings that the consort came upon a familiar silhouette; that of Aktaie, the woman they had been set to meet. She was not alone.

The man watched in silence, stoic and alert, until prompted with the go-ahead to approach. He did not want to interrupt. The beast busied himself with investigating another path which conveniently led him closer to the pair, but he always lurked on the edge of their vision, just in case his presence was unwanted. Should the priestess need anything, he would be ready.