Raven's Watch Pathetic Use of Potential

Njord’s heart was in his throat as he departed Dragoncrest Cliffs in the early morning, an iridescent mussel shell clutched in his jaws. He hadn’t slept a wink, too preoccupied with his thoughts, and moved through the woods and across the plains under the cover of night before the sun shone. The man traveled towards where Valmúa had gestured, a territory known as ‘where the raven’s watch.’ Kigipigak had also said he lived in a place named that. Were they apart of the same group?

Eventually the day’s first rays broke the hazy clouds. Njord approached a well-marked border. I’m just on a scouting mission, he told himself, what’s the harm of that? It will be good to see @Kigipigak again. But really, he wanted to follow through on his promise of a date with the beauty @Valmúaa… but the islander's nerves slowly ate away at his resolve. The woman both entranced him and scared the beejeezus out of him. Thrilling.

Still, he approached the border and looked for signs of life within the dark wood. Tipping back his head, Njord loosed a long howl to indicate his arrival.