Dragoncrest Cliffs pick up a crew in tortuga

Njord liked to hear his Rheagal’s sentiments. He was excited for his nephew. A whole life yet to be explored!

Suddenly Njord could hear leaves rustling in the distance. His good ear cupped to listen. The herd was close!

Yet his posture did not change. They were scouting and touring Sapphique. They would not be harvesting a deer today.

They could see them moving quietly between the trees. For some reason, this group liked to stick together. “Tha’s the Broken Antler herd,” Njord advised. “They move through tha Tangle an’ Sapphique… their name coined by an ol’ packmate. There should be a… there,” Njord gestured. “A white doe.”

He watched her, a melancholy look in his eye. Haunt.

“We’ve been tendin’ this herd for some time, now,” he explained.