Larksong Grotto Sangilak

This time laughter did not ring true from him.

He had seen this look on men before; he had been the root cause plenty of times, all in good fun. This time was different in that Njord looked serious. Angry, yes. But his threat was real and Kigipigak could no longer avoid it.

A fight with a fool? I think I'll live; Tartok demands it. He invoked the name of his forebears to see if it meant anything to this man, or if his anger clouded all sense. Did he think it wise to fight someone bred for war? Someone who had killed his own father, no less.

And what of your clan? Does anyone even know you've come here, or are you as forgettable to the sea as you are to everyone else! Kigipigak's head lowered as he spun his insult, his teeth ready to emerge if the man made any move against him.

He knew better than to make the first strike.

Turn that red tail around now, before you hurt yourself! If only your true colors could shine: I would call you yellow-belly, were it not taken by someone of actual importance!