Dragoncrest Cliffs Retrograde

Quennell would not be capsized by Njord’s sullen mood. When their shoulders touched, the redtail silently sunk into it. Sometimes words didn’t need to be said. A friendly touch was enough.

A weight left Njord at that moment.

“Och, I dinnae be needin’ things,” he scoffed lightheartedly. “But ye are kind ta be thinkin’ it. Tell me… what did ye see on yer travels?” His ears tilted forward, the air about him noticeably lighter.