Dragoncrest Cliffs i was born a dreamer

She doesn’t add anything before he goes so he stiffens up a little, scanning the side of the rock. Vines already grow along the side but they aren’t big or wide enough. It is obviously not something that can fully survive in the harsh winter they are having, something that could mimic the lands of Seageda, but he’s certain Melchior will know just the thing. “These vines aren’t enough but I bet my brother knows some that we can relocate here that will thicken up, and some that will survive in the winter,” he muses. “If it’s thick enough, you won’t know there’s an opening here unless you know it’s there.” Unless, of course, you happened to try and touch the right spot but he supposes that idea is less likely. Most of the time, you don’t find what you’re not looking for.