Dragoncrest Cliffs Out of Bounds

Last post for me! Off to see mama zulie!

Even through his bloated lids Njord could recognize the knight’s softening expression. Rosencrentz had a game-plan and a desire to work with him as opposed to against him. That was all the young buccaneer needed: redirection. His desire was like a great amount of water, Kigipigak the dam, but Rosencrantz the river. Njord’s face lit up at the thought of training with the paladin (well, one side of his face did… he sort of looked like he had a stroke), and nodded – but flinched abruptly from pain.

“O-o-o–o-o,” Njord groaned. “’Aight Rose,” he acquiesced, transitioning into phase one of the plan (finding a healer), “you’ve got ‘yerself a deal.” He was lucky to have run into a man with a strong sense of diplomacy and good foresight. The islander slowly moved to his packmate’s side, a new stiffness setting in. However, he felt relief in knowing that Rose had his back and he wasn’t in this fight alone.