Moonspear Neighbors and friends

If Njord had arms, he would have bear-hugged Rodyn with a sharp clap on the back. “Aye, we did,” Njord said, his voice losing its regular brightness. “’Tis a long tale…” Njord’s blue gaze drifted, melancholic as if to allude that their story was a sad one. The wounds were still fresh.

“Meerkat an’ I live with Sialuk now. We’ve made this place our home… and what of ye, Rodyn? What are ye carryin?” Njord looked over the heaps of goods, fascinated by the ways of the trader.