Dragoncrest Cliffs trick or treat, smell my feet

Njord found new meaning in Haunt’s omen when he learned of the war between Ursus, Akashingo, and Saints of the Dying Light. The red-tail, not normally an anxious man, felt his worries grow steadily day by day. He loved his family so much… what would he do if anything happened to them? Sapphique had seen so many dead already… Njord couldn’t even fathom burying one of his own children.

When a call for their captains ran out, Njord was quick to bound towards the borders. He set his shoulders square, a stern look on his face. It was out of character for Njord to be so serious.

He approach Sobo from the rear and saw a man, woman, and three adolescents at their doorstep. Dis be Sapphique what do ya want? he heard Sobo ask. Pride swelled in his chest, and Njord stationed himself behind his son, ready to fight the intruders should they bring danger. He permitted Sobo to lead the dialog – fly on his own, so to speak… and waited for their answer.