Dragoncrest Cliffs May the last long year be forgiven

Njord traveled around Glintwater lake towards Mossblossom. When he crossed the meadow into Fireblood stand he saw it: a perfect place to claim a den. Beneath the autumn red trees lay a hidden spot: an old stump's roots had been hollowed out many years ago. Perhaps whoever last inhabited Dragoncrest had used this place. It looked well-worn and lived-in.

He went inside. Despite the small entrance, the chamber was large. The earthen walls were soft and well-sculpted. Wolf smell was old and stale.

The man plotted the point in his mind and departed.