Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

 Komodo had been feeling rather reclusive lately, as he was wont to do. The man was sociable and fell easily into leadership roles, but above all he was a wanderer who got his kicks from solo endeavors. The time he spent with his merry band of minstrels was cherished indeed, and the brute always felt lighter after spending time in their company, but it was that day he bid them adieu [along with the rest of the seawolves, many of whom had convened during the harvest moon and chosen to stay] and struck out on his own for what he hoped would be several uninterrupted days of travel. He would be back soon, and would hopefully find them unmoved and settled upon Wheeling Gull Isle — but until then, he edged along the coast and deigned to follow any want and whim that crossed his consciousness.