Dragoncrest Cliffs The ground, it started shaking

Njord heard Rosalyn’s call and he responded dutifully, abandoning the scent of game he’d been following. He made no assumptions as to why. Sapphique had been through so much in the past few months. The seafarer resolved to keep kept an open mind as he took a seat in the captain’s audience.

He spied their new Granite, Jorunn, and tilted his head in a polite greeting before his eyes turned to the scarred, ruddy woman. Maybe it was the especially harsh year, or simply her age, but Rosalyn looked more tired and weathered than she had. Njord took a breath and waited for the others.