Dragoncrest Cliffs to your love? sappho,

a blink. "hello, grímnismál," the harlot beckoned with a swing of her fineboned head. "it is good to be back." to the mention of njord, she gave a brief grin and a mischevious expression. "his name is njord. he is a good man, i t'ink; he came all de way up de coas'line wid me."
but he is still a man, the unspoken knowledge. perhaps grímnismál would gather it up like a missive written in peeling ink.