Dragoncrest Cliffs some of footsoldiers, some of ships,

It was nice to see Erzulie’s spirits brighten. Njord could tell she had been calling for her daughter, @Solaire, who had departed shortly after Regin’s disappearance. The fiery girl was full of vim. They frequently patrolled Dragoncrest together and she often expressed her desire to become a guardian like Rosalyn. Though it had been a difficult season to leave the nest, Njord hoped that she was safe and thriving.

“Oh!” Njord chirped when Erzulie revealed the shell she had found. “Look at that there treasure!” He bowed town to inspect its polished surface and exotic shape. The usual fare of blue mussel or razor clams shells looked positively dull by comparison. She went onto describe something Njord had trouble parsing. His imagination ran wild, not exactly knowing the size of what she described. He imagined a large stone prison with a skeletal wolf jailed inside, looped ‘round itself like an ouroboros. “Ya don’t say…” his voice trailed with a quizzical look.

Next he imagined a sea monster - part whale, part crab. “You know tha sea like tha back of yer paw,” he remarked, impressed. “Ya ever seen on of those cre’tures… alive?” he asked, wondering if Erzulie had never found a living specimen of what she described.