Dragoncrest Cliffs Procellous

It was done.

Sobo let his eyes linger on Njord for several beats before he turned back to the tide pools. It was as strong a dismissal as any words could convey, but he knew it would not go over well if he left it at that. He had buried the thought of Njord as his da. Now it was time to bury the hatchet for the good of Sapphique.

Dere be a good chance of octopus in de tide pools dis time of year, he grunted. Good meat for filling out.