Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

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Can patience be taught, or is it born into a man? Eurycrates has proven the former untrue, time and again. The Lycurgean efforts to drill order into his brain have failed, and so, too, have Caiaphas's commands. He cannot rest while one of Rusalka's is imprisoned. He will not.
Pelt bristling, he leaves the sound and begins to scale the cliffs, traveling the narrow pathway the Drageda scum had led him up before. All the while, his nose is lifted, searching for any traces of the scent that clings to Erzulie, that clings to them all. But still so close to the sound, it is difficult. . .
Where is she? . . .Is she? Have they spared her, or killed her out of spite?

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sorry the dice said so