Dragoncrest Cliffs Featherweight

“Och!” Njord scoffed at the lad’s frown as his tone grew sharp. “Who’s been callin’ ya strange? I’ll box their ears should they utter tha word! You have a gift, Eti, an’ there’s nothin’ strange about it,” he said assuredly.

“In my mother tongue, you’d be called a Sear,” Njord explained with a hearty roll of his R’s. “It means ya ‘av a second sight. You should talk to yer uncle @Sobo,” Njord suggested. “He knows about such things.”