Dragoncrest Cliffs I was snared by a sickness, some fever in my lungs

He backed down easily, and Rosalyn added another notch in his favor.  She didn't mind an argument when the point was fair, but a desire to prove oneself driven by the warm blood of youth was another matter entirely.  Njord had an affable nature and a straightforward manner.  Sea wolf, she thought with approval.  It was easy to judge one of their own kind.

Aye, I've been keepin a close eye on the borders.  If you wouldn't mind, anytime you're able.  And I highly doubt covering that... she tipped her head in the direction of the border, her nose wrinkled... would be seen as anything but a rightful answer.  I may not go near them, but that doesn't mean I'll let them mark here.  Eventually perhaps they'd meet the woman and blood would be shed, but if it was on their borders and instigated by the other, she would feel no fault.