Dragoncrest Cliffs Out of Bounds

Unfortunately, the buccaneer’s best efforts to creep through Sapphique undetected were thwarted. The pale knight with the ravaged face intercepted and scrutinized him with a honeyed leer. Njord visibly shrunk at his packmate’s approach. Both Rosencrantz and Kaertok has impressively cut figures - a steeliness and quiet ferocity sewn into them. On a good day Njord felt like he could stand besides them… maybe even dream of being like them. But today, he felt like a little fishing boat next to the Titanic.

The seafarer glowered at the other man with a swollen, oozing face. One eye was starting to close up. His ears crumpled against his skull as his dry mouth shut, holding words. No rapport had been built between them, and Njord felt Rosencrantz was pointing a condescending figure in contempt.

“I got in an’ fight,” he managed to say, words slurred. He paused, “ov’r a girl.”

Njord braced himself for punishment, verbal or physical. He diverted his gaze, red tail tucked beneath him.