Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

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Swordfish looked pleased by their success. Njord was content.

He half expected the boy to dig in – but that was not his son’s way. Swordfish was careful, observant, and selfless.

“That is mighty kind of ye,” Njord said. “But yer mother wouldnae want tae hear that ye didnae take a piece yerself.” Winter on the coast could be hard and the practicality of putting a good meal in his child’s belly overruled any niceties.

The man tore off a large piece of meat and set it aside for Swordfish. “I’ll make sure she gets the rest,” he assured.

Their kill in tow, Njord turned to leave. “Come, let’s find a place to dry our feet.” The wet muck of the bog would soon let the cold bite at their toes.