Dragoncrest Cliffs take up your broom, no gods are left

Eventually, someone comes along. She’s tired, her neck is sore, and her legs could use a break but she doesn’t stop. She puts every ounce of effort she has into moving her. Jostling her so much could bring her back to lucidity but the quicker she works, the farther she can get into the territory and the more secure she’ll be. Eastwood shows up by the time the blood has stopped pumping in her ears and the taste of blood has turned sour and metallic. The scent of someone familiar tickles her nose instead but she doesn’t have time to think about ghosts.

Eastwood picks up the back half by the time Helix has shown up behind him. The gona moves forward to help with only a questioning glance and Antumbra steps back, dropping Rosalyn to the ground so Helix may pick her up instead.

“Take her through the cavern,” she instructs, looking to Eastwood. He hasn’t been allowed in Hougeda until he’s earned his place but she trusts him enough to take a temporary visit. “Through the pack and to the left there is a secluded portion of beach. We need to get her there before high tide,” Antumbra adds, stretching her jaw and leg out before she trots along, leading them down the way.