Sleeping Dragon Syn

Hm.

The hum of his rough voice on his throat was anything but thoughtful. Nevertheless, Jörmungandr nodded his head. He knew very little in the way of healers and their magic. It was clear that many of them had been blessed. Their knowledge was vast, and their skills were invaluable to any group that they found themselves apart of. The dark man had no fondness for plant life, or for the beneficial properties that they offered to the hunting beasts.

And you have learned much? A single dark ear flicked back upon his head.

Jörmungandr wondered how far she had traveled to reach the new lands. He wondered, too, why there were so many of the Ravn clans. Had the winged gods spoken and issued a command to journey and spread their word? Surely Svart would need little mortal assistance – the black bird had found followers with only the power of his name. Even Kvit did not compare, he believed firmly.