Ravenshook Cliffs make me flesh

She dipped her head and tried to pick up the eggs as she was bade, being very careful so as not to break anything. The first egg did not sit well upon her tongue - she was not firm enough - and it rolled casually away from her snout. With a little snort, she tried again - but faltered when a nearby tooth touched the shell. It did not break, but Eigma was still surprised by the sensation. She paused to lick her lips, angle herself differently, and scooped up the prize; listening as the stranger spoke of his soon-to-be home, but said nothing (her mouth was full after all, and even if Eigma was a rogue, she was polite).

Donnelaithe. The name sank in to her ears; she would remember it, in case her tasks failed her. Or the boy-king double crossed her on their deal.