Dragoncrest Cliffs The Sea Whispers, and I heed her call.

Tveir didn't have to wait long for his call to be answered. The woman that came upon him, studied him with critical eye. Her eyes a strange color, like the sea glass that would wash along the shore. She was beautiful, but the haughty gaze she swept across him, drew him pause. He wasn't certain if he wanted to continue with this. Though, he supposed he would do what he could. She could tell him no and chase him from the borders.

He swiftly offered her the respect due her station and lowered himself to his sandy belly, the color sifting into the sand. Her voice curled around him, an accent to it's edges, a harsh truth, that she did not appreciate him here. He chuffed quietly. 

I've been called many things, but Gunnar or Tveir are the most prominent. This used to be the home of the Sjavarenornir without thinking he slipped into his native tongue, as he was nervous.

I am in search of a home. I can offer many things.