Dragoncrest Cliffs Archerfish

Njord made a gesture with his head for Swordfish to follow and began their journey toward the lowlands. Motion would help their conversation flow.

“You’d be surprised!” Njord explained in an upbeat tone. “Their meat is soft an’ fatty. Aye, ye can eat tha tails… but I prefer ‘em for a good chew.” Njord smelled the marsh in the distance.

“They’re canny wee critters,” the man explained. “They dinnae hibernate but oft stay holed up in their dam. Once tha water freezes over, they’re nigh impossible tae find.” Now, as autumn waned, it would be their final opportunity to catch one. “Maybe if we’re lucky we’ll bag one for yer mother,” Njord suggested, should Swordfish want to share their spoils. “I ken she’d find that bonny.”

Njord’s nose began twitching as the young forest closed around them. “What do ye smell, lad?” he asked, slipping into the role of teacher.