Ravenshook Cliffs serendipity

rusalka draws in a low, throaty hum but offers no words on the topic of 'spirits'. ironically, the cairn was about as skeptical as they came when it came to such things. ironic because he'd chosen to guard the sacred temple of the keep and had married the valkyriequeen, assuming that she had such a faith.

he believed in the sea, in the seawinds, in the moon, salt of the earth and marrow of his bones. tangible things, to him.

but he couldn't — and wouldn't — begrudge anyone else their beliefs.

no, he rumbles when the question of signing is asked of him; a ghost of a memory's smile tugging at the edges of his lips: there and gone before it could make itself very known. if i did, they'd be bawdry sea shanties and no one wants to hear those.