Dragoncrest Cliffs pick up a crew in tortuga

it was not a sentiment that rhaegal could share: being a husband or a father; traits that he equated with being an actual man: one that was not just a man in number. still, he offers a sage nod of contemplation all the same.

a low chuckle passes betwixt rhaegal's lips at njord's suggestion, leaning into his uncle's bump of the shoulder. maybe, allows the leviathan. cannae say for sure what life has in store for me. another low, rumbling chuckle.

i'm just along for tae ride.