Dragoncrest Cliffs this guy is a weightlifter, but i can bench an entire continental shelf

Njord circled back from the border through the tunnel towards the beach. Despite the seasons changing, the rolling surf was calm and amiable. Amidst the waves he saw a spot of flaxen color swimming confidently towards the shore.

The seafarer picked up his pace and trotted into the whitewater to greet his son, Sobo’s words carved into the back of his mind. “Stingray!” he called above the waves. “Aint you a bonny swimmer,” Njord cajoled, expression bright and earnest.