Dragoncrest Cliffs Procellous

The tide had gone out, much like the relationship between Njord and Sobo, and left the secrets of the ocean exposed. Small crabs took shelter in the seaweed as the corsair picked a careful path towards Sobo, who hunted the shallows alone.

“Sobo,” Njord said as he readied his heart to recieve his son’s piercing stare. There was no doubt in his mind that their relationship, though rocky before, had crumbeled. His hunt with Rosalyn made his poor position among the family pack clear.

“We havena shared words in a long while, an’ I know I am ta blame… but I hoped we may speak together now,” he asked, a drooping ear turned forward… hopeful.