Dragoncrest Cliffs good lord, what would that sound like without love.

nomi doesn't seem satisfied with their answer. blixen shifts her weight from paw to paw, favoring her injured shoulder, and frowns as artaax picks up the story. there'd been another from drageda there? she tries to recall the scene but can only summon furi and artaax's faces -- then again, she hadn't noticed artaax's arrival until he was right behind her. 

whatever, she hopes he got the bastard. they really didn't do a good job, though blix is proud of them for holding their own against those shitty boys. arrille got away without having to answer for his crimes, and the ghost that spoke their tongue vanished before she could learn anything about him and his connection to nomi. frowning, she takes a step closer to furi so their shoulders touch, half a reassurance for the other gona and half for herself. for once, she doesn't have anything else to add.