Qeya River the speed of thought

The fact that Kigipigak’s state was absent of any levity was evidence enough that the situation was dire. It felt like a rock, filled with evil dread, had taken up residence in the pit of Njord’s stomach. A large, curved frown pulled at the corners of his mouth and the seafarer’s brows knit in consternation. If this Nyra was known about Teekon for her sinister nature, then what force would be necessary to chase her away from the borders for good? Possibly more than Kigipigak could provide, as told from the horse’s mouth.

Njord nodded sternly, a deal brokered successfully between the two men. “An’ I will hunt with you – for you an yer shadow.” His gaze swept to the women as he bobbed his head, as if to assure her that he was a man of his word.

Then, he turned to depart. “I shall settle things in Sapphique an’ return in a week or so, on the full moon,” he said. Njord would wait a moment longer for any last remarks, before departing to the East – fish left behind as a token of his promise.