Duck Lake I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Silently, Echelon added to the notion that Njal was certainly prepared for something. There was by then, little doubt in her mind that he had left his post at the Glacier. She wondered why, but it was a question that would remain unasked. Her curiosity came unbridled out of protection, wondering what it was that had afflicted him so and whether or not it would be the crack someone could have used to get a foothold on. But Tartok was just as much of a shield as it were a sword; she imagined it if came to that, they would swiftly squash whatever, or whoever, did the investigating. So instead as they traveled, her gaze alternated beneath the path ahead of them where the two traveled, and letting her icy gaze lock against the finer ridges of darkness in Njal's pelt.