Dragoncrest Cliffs this guy is a weightlifter, but i can bench an entire continental shelf

The pair set off through the tunnel and up the Greatpine towards the Southwest border, the distant coast peeking through the dark wood. Stingray was curious and it made Njord feel wisened and, in turn, old. How much there was to teach his son about the world!

They came to the pitched, cascading steps of a well-traversed deer path. Ankyra slept below nestled next to Monolith Forest. “She’s unassumin’ ain't she?” Njord agreed. Seaglass eyes flicked across the skrim. Gulls crowed as they fought over the carcass of a large crab. Njord recalled a memory: first meeting Kigipigak on these shores.

“Ankyra is well-fortified tae strangers with decent huntin’ in the her woods. If a landlubber attempts tae descend tha searocks or venture into her labyrinth, they’re sure t’perish,” Njord explained morbidly, a wry smile on his mug. “A seawitch named Caiaphas once called it home…” his voice trailed, eye on Stringray. Did he wish to know more?