Dragoncrest Cliffs i was born a dreamer

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Arlo is right, she realizes as he points out the gaping hole in her plan. If they can move a boulder or two so can anyone else desperate enough to get through. The Drakru’s frown deepens and she lets out a low huff. Not because her idea has flaws but because that leaves her empty pawed. She has learned to acknowledge that she will not always be right and she accepts Arlo’s criticism, his ability to point out what she cannot see. Eske uses it to better herself, next time to look at all the angles before she suggests a tactic. If she was going to be a tactician she needed to have all the bases covered and covered well. “Right,” She says as she turns from him as he disappeared up the nearby dune to get a better look. She remains close, examining the opening. Ideally, she would like to have it for Drageda to use and keep it concealed so others could not but she is out of ideas. It is concealed enough by vines and roots that obscure it. From far away it might not even look like an opening but up close it is obviously a tunnel to somewhere. Unfortunately, that somewhere let right into the heart of Drageda. Her ears flicker and her attention turns back to Arlo as he declares that he has an idea and that it involves his brother. “What’s your idea?” Eske calls to him, willing to hear what he has to say for she has nothing useful to offer (as much as that stings her).

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