Dragoncrest Cliffs Fruits of Labor

it was a relief to be out of whitebark, even on a solemn trip such as this seemed to be. germanicus proved an affable escort, making conversation if artyom initiated, remaining close and silent at hand otherwise. 

when the sea beckoned, the centurion found himself filled with intrigue. would these waters look the same as they had been in the old land? some boyish part of the soldier wished to run until he stood before the realm of the sea-titan, but he kept himself focused.

he searched for artyom now, easily grasping that trail. a bird hung from his jaws; germanicus meant it as a meal for the whitebark royal. discovering his leader now accompanied by a willowy girl, the guard stationed himself some ways back, visible but not privy to any words that might be spoken.