Dragoncrest Cliffs the ghost of cincinnati

If Rosalyn replied, Haunt didn't catch it. She moved to shadow the leader's footsteps when she turned, hopping after her along the familiar route to the caves beneath the cliffs. The driving rain and wind forced her to keep her head bowed and tilted to the left, so she couldn't really check out the sights. But that was all right; she knew this place like the back of her hand and there would be plenty of time to reacquaint herself with everything Sapphique once the storm passed.