Dragoncrest Cliffs planet's mad

When Merlin was not hanging out with Njord and suffering from debilitating headaches, he chose to explore the territory he lived in on his own. Often he would return down to the shores and thing pleasant thoughts about Erzulie. The femme fatale had cast a spell on him without realizing it herself. Or the fact that she knew exactly, what kind of effect she had on young men, made it all the more difficult for him to seek her out and have a conversation with her. But, where he was too shy to to talk in person, there his imagination provided plenty of scenarios, where he felt absolutely confident in her presence and did not feel embarrassed the least. There he was elqouent with words, charming and witty.

He thought of her the most, when he happened to walk down to the shores. Few times he had mustered up to venture in the water, but just as it is with a food you do not like, even several tries won't convince it's tasty. And now with the snow storms setting in and temperatures dropping, the available part of the water had frozen over and thus had effectively eliminated a possibility for him to loose more pride than he already had. Merlin would have gone off daydreaming about the crush of his, had it not been a familiar scent he came across. Could it be? It could. There at the end of the scent crumb trail, hidden in a cavern, lied Coon Assbite, whose real name he had totally forgotten, but did it matter, if you had the best nickname in the world? 

"Watching for more butts to sink your teeth in?" he asked casually, striding up to her cavern and looking down at her, smiling, eyes twinkling in good humour.