Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't Do Sadness

Despite his tired body and swollen face, Njord smiled at Erzulie’s warmth and encouragement. Against the wall, Rosecrantz affirmed his to-be training with a slow nod. Between the stalwart knight and the queen Njord felt assured Sapphique had his back…and he felt peace wash over him. Agitation left his body as his tense muscles relaxed, and Erzulie’s attentive care eased his injuries as he laid besides her.

“Consistency, eh?” Njord mused, knowing he would not give up his pursuit of Valmúa so easily. It would only be a matter of time, after brushing up his skills, that the islander would seek her out a second time. Even if Kigipigak stood in his way, Njord knew he would face the other man as many rounds as necessary until his rival’s fortitude eroded.

“Tha Watch is South, jus’ past tha Ravine,” Njord groaned as he laid fully on his side and acquiesced to Erzulie’s careful treatment. “If ya follow tha river that runs through tha Tangle upstream, it starts in the mountains. A nook next to the Fields with cliffs and forests – thas where they’re lyin’ down their claim. Ya can tell yer gettin’ close by the many ravens in tha air. Not sue how big their crew is though…” he trailed off. His journey to The Watch had been personal with no espionage. He setteled into deep though. Would the Watch be any trouble for Sapphique? Was there a greater picture to consider?