Moonspear i have faith but don't believe it

Njord heard Alaric’s singing before he spotted the dark-featured man.

“Alaric!” he hollered when his friend finally came into view. The seafarer’s red tail gave a friendly wave. If he had hands, Njord would have clapped Alaric on the back. “Enjoyin’ summer, my friend?” he greeted.

Then, the duo became a trio. Good! It was serendipitous that their leader, Sialuk, appeared, for Njord’s thoughts concerned her too. “Sialuk, yer simply glowin’.” Njord praised the mother-to-be.

“Ah wanted tae float an idea by ye both,” he asked them. “Ah was thinkin’ it would be a good time tae strengthen tha bond between Moonspear an’ its friends. Paleo, Epoch, or Brecheliant… trade herbs, medicines, an’ wares with ‘em tae procure tha resources that Moonspear lacks. Tis a bountiful time, an’ we could fill our stores for tha winter. Form alliances in tha process.”

Njord paused to gauge their sentiments. “Alaric, Ah wanted tae nominate ye for this mission,” he expressed. “Ye are a good ambassador for tha pack. A knowledgeable herbalist an’ tradesman.” And who knew – maybe he would bring back a wife! "But tell me your thoughts, friend."

Then, Njord stepped back as if to open the floor for Sialuk and Alaric to voice their opinions.