Dragoncrest Cliffs Alaska

The only thing that did not let Merlin drown in the sea of warm honey that was Erzulie's looks, presence, demeanour - everything - was Njord's interception and promise that he would make a salty sea-dog triscuit. The boy was effectively distracted from losing his shit and running for the hills to get himself clean from the sticky stuff he had been covered in by his own mind. Panic now would not make a good impression on the new leaders here, especially right after joining. And Njord would think him weird. That low he could not fall. 

Rosalyin had the final word and the boy let out a sigh of relief, glad that this was over. And after the leaders had excused themselves and gone to their own businesses, he followed Njord tentatively inside his new home. Sappique.