Dragoncrest Cliffs I was snared by a sickness, some fever in my lungs

“’At’s bold of ‘em,” Njord commented with a sour expression. Marking Rusalka’s borders was like throwing down the gauntlet, and it impressed the islander that Rosalyn decided to take the high road. Doing so invalidated their claim and revealed their empty threats. “Sagtannet, eh? Can’t say I know anything about them. Unless… you want me to find out?” he asked with a rise of his dotted brow. Nothing a little espionage couldn’t handle. Njord wasn’t the sneakiest of wolves, but he could role-play a good ignoramous to discover some information.