Dragoncrest Cliffs I'll make a man out of you

The knight humored his ambitious protégé with a drawling question, but even Njord could pick up the undertone of amusement in his deep voice. Rosencrantz was like a great steel ship: steady, strong, and stern – yet sometimes the sun smiled upon its polished metal.

His next question took the islander by surprise. Njord figured his master would have him run laps, push stones, and wax cars (or something) before asking to practice combat. “Aye, these sealegs can keep up,” he chirped, hopping from paw to paw to show his injured leg was spry as ever. Njord stopped walking, waiting to see if Rosencrantz would face him. “I’m ready…”