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

“Och, aye lad,” Njord confirmed as his eyes roved in the same direction as Stringray’s. “Tis easy tae get turned around in ‘er tunnels. If yer caught down eh wrong path when th’tide comes in… weel…” Njord’s voice petered out. Best leave the rest to the imagination.

The father smirked at his son’s next remark. Erzulie had told Njord, who only knew of the Witch through his aunt’s stories, that Caiaphas had actually been a living, breathing person. It was difficult to imagine the scale of adversity the seawoman caused to become so infamous.

“Only children,” Njord mused. “Tha stories go she oft stole away babes. Some tae eat. Some tae indoctrinate an’ do ‘er wicked biddin’.” He paused, a small smile on his lips as he remembered how animated Maera would become when telling these tales. “Y’see, she was a conjurer of cantrips. If ye drew her ire, she would mark ye for death by leavin’ a dismembered head at ye borders. T’was fitting for her fur, from the throat up, was black as pitch. Some say that, on a dark night, Caiaphas looked headless ‘erself. ”