Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

The snowy sentinel remained where she was, rooted to the spot on that outcropping; her ivory claws digging into loam and stone. It was a hope she prayed upon, not fear, that kept her frozen there.

As another of Eurycrates’ joined the fray, and others of Drageda still, her soul lurched at the sound of Heda’s call. She was torn; part of her wanting to spirit herself away to heed Antnumbra. The other part of her — that giving, worrying part — kept her where she was.

Tense, with bated breath, and watching the chaos before her begin to rupter into something almost cataclysmic; all as Ephraim was assuaged and Mallidah made for the beserker, Eurycrates.