Dragoncrest Cliffs tequesta

The steady brogue of Njord’s hushed words put a stopper in his daughter’s tears, which turned into babbles and coos. “Tha wee vixen is intrigued,” he observed with a smile, knowing she would not yet understand him but happy to make conversation all the same. “You will love tha sea when ya meet ‘er. She stretches far as tha eye can see, a blanket of blu ‘cross tha land.”

He nuzzled her as the pitter patter of rain picked up pace outside. "I ken you'll be a bonnie swimmer, ye 'av Corten blood in ye, after all."