Dragoncrest Cliffs Sunblind

Only a stiff nod aknowledged Njord’s suggestion. Rosalyn did not speak, and he thought it better that way. He knew, by the daggered look of the captain’s remaining eye, that only resentful sentiments waited beyond her fangs. The animosity of her aura was enough to make the hair prick along Njord’s spine uncomfortably. Whether he stayed or left, now – there was no winning.

Yet he continued on and turned towards the meadow where the soft breeze wind and morning mist would lend itself well to hunting. Plenty of small game foraged for seed... and Njord could smell rabbits hidden among the tall blades.