Dragoncrest Cliffs Retrograde

Yea!

The moral of Njord’s morbid story landed. Yet, even though it had the intended effect on young Quennell, the lad’s listlessness brought the seaman no joy. Guilt left an unsavory taste on his palette. Quennell had been kind enough to share happy and adventurous stories… maybe Njord had gone a little too far.

It seemed, even now, it remained difficult for Njord to pull himself from the mire of his troubles.

He sighed a breath out of the nostrils and leaned into Quennell. A knowing presence. A comforting touch.

The two would stay for a long while before departing the cliffs together.