Dragoncrest Cliffs Trident

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Like a trident’s tines, the three men cut the seal until the wet sand turned red. It struggled and bayed but, in the end, it succumbed to the hunters’ prowess.

When he felt the creature’s pulse cease, he stepped back. Heavy breaths made his ribcage heave, exhausted from the effort. Yet, despite his fatigue, there was a lopsided grin on his face.

“Well done, lads,” the seafarer commended.

Swordfish gave his thanks and departed. Though Njord wished for him to stay and feast, he knew this was not his son’s way.

He gave a small nod to the boy – soon to be a man – and said, “aye, good hunt.”

Then, he turned back to Rodyn. “Let us feast.”