Dragoncrest Cliffs one gonna heal my body, another gonna heal my pain

His indolence rolled off of the kind woman like water off of a duck's back - she was much more tolerant than Lusca had been. He sullenly watched her as she circled around him - as if she were his mom! His mom. The thought pained him and he felt a prickly rise of hair along his spine and chest, though he quelled it quickly.

Muses mentioned a place and for a moment Ingram allowed a flutter of hope to rise in his gaze; somewhere to stay sounded lovely, but he was too grumpy and tempermental to admit anything in the world could possibly be pleasant. "What's it called?" He tried to ask indifferently, though he could not help the faint edge of interest in his voice.