Dragoncrest Cliffs silver grave

Mireille answered. Njord, too, interpreted the hesitation in her words. He turned to Meerkat, who seemed uninspired. Lip chewing was the tell – Njord could read Meerkat’s countenance like a book and it spelled: troubled.

At that moment he did not know if there was any answer Mireille could have said to remedy their fears completely… but the young leader had spoken true, and now the Sveijarn-Cortens would need to make the choice to trust.

Despite her weak attitude, Meerkat followed up with a gentile response. “Aye, you ‘av done us a kindness by speakin’ yer heart,” Njord agreed with a kiss on the cheek.

Pleasantries were exchanged before Meerkat turned away. Part of Njord wished to stay and speak alone with Mireille… but he knew to split away from Meerkat would have no benefit. Yet when he followed his wife, her expression begged to be alone.

He let her go and turned towards the ocean to help sort his mind.