For The Good Of The Mission I Will Go!

While summer still embraced the north Lynvarr had decided to investigate the strange island he'd seen on his travels southward. He knew the water would be cold, summer or no summer but if he was going to do this then now was the time. He climbed out of the water, shaking first one foot and then the other before giving his whole body one mighty shake, sending water flying everywhere.

Lynvarr eyed the rocky cliffs that stretched up high above him. Getting to the top would be a difficult to climb but he had gone this far. There had to be more to this island than the strange cliffs that seemed to ring it in. Taking a deep breath Lynvarr started to climb, pausing for a moment to find the best way up while keeping himself out of the wind as much as possible. When he found a flatter area he pressed close to the mountain to take a break.

Mist shrouded the mysterious island and cast a haze about the sky. Lynvarr peered up at the sky, checking for any signs of inclement weather. He planned to keep a weather eye out since that last thing he wanted was to be stuck on this strange island when a storm hit and as far as he could tell there wasn't much shelter on the island. Thankfully, as far as he could tell the sky was still clear and sunny.