Dragoncrest Cliffs Blue Skies Over Our Land

Njord expression slackened, deflated and blank as his gaze remained fixated on Haunt’s lifeless face. He almost didn’t hear Rosalyn or Erzulie’s words, but her touch snapped him to. The seafarer blinked, and saw the wetness of his queen dark face and the redness of her eyes that reflected a broken heart. He pressed against her briefly, but the healer slipped from his embrace and out of the den.

He did not follow. He sat besides his friend listlessly, head hung low. There was barely any grief left in him to give. The tank ran empty after Raleska, Kaertok, Rosencrantz, and Merlin… not to mention the disappearance of Chacal and Valravn.

Njord set his jaw, teeth grinding together. Was this anger? “Oh, Haunt…” he said shakily, “Why’d ya ‘av ta go…”