Dragoncrest Cliffs Gifts for a friend

Njord patrolled Sapphique for bearsign, convinced the feast on their shores would soon attract lumbering scavengers who looked for one last meal before hibernation. Though the man moved with purpose, Meerkat’s call easily rerouted her mate.

Long-legged and swift, the seafarer moved across Sapphique’s forest and dales until he arrived at the border. Meerkat parlayed with a stranger. Njord deflty spied the casual posture his wife maintained. Curious, the Sveijarn-Corten’s ears swiveled forward as he fell into formation beside her.

“Greetin’s,” he said with a generous roll of his R’s. Their company appeared a braw young upstart. “Who do we ‘av here?” he asked kindly.