Moonspear why does everybody say it like that?

When Njord had heard the urgent calls of @Sialuk for Moonspear’s healers, @Alaric and @Elentari, the man did not hesitate to gather with them. Yet he was on the far side of the mountain… and only after had they settled their ward had Njord arrived.

In honest, he was agitated and defensive. The man thought of the recent dangers he, his family, and Sapphique had been through. How that woman had dragged her carcass across their borders… how their Roja invited danger into their hearth. Njord was prepared to immediately eject the foreigner if he detected even the smallest whiff of threat!

To his astonishment, it was no stranger – but Quennell!! @Meerkat gathered soon after, but Sialuk insisted he rested at the hollowed tree she marked for healing. Njord did not quite know what to feel… but it was something akin to a safe being pried open with a crowbar.

The seafather stood vigil by the den in deep, abstract contemplation until the weak sound of the young man’s voice caught his attention.

“Quennell,” the deep timber of Njord’s voice quaked like a pine in the wind.