Dragoncrest Cliffs Article I: Bros before Ho’s

Vonnaruil never thought he’d speak to an enlivened stormcloud, but here they were — a white Crow babbling to a black gale. Heard the rumble, too, and squawked back all the same: ”I’ve been meaning to settle for the sea quite some time, now, and I have made amends, too, with my previous pledge otherwise.”

”Besides,” the look sharpened into something wry, remembering their banter from so long ago, ”I should be where my blood is. Elysium has told me that Aurëwen attended their festivities?” As it was, the pale wanderer was more than prepared to admit whatever the Dragoncrest needed of him.

But, as Verx’s mood helped to mellow the Crow’s own vivacity, he minded where he stood at the border. ”So, I suppose I have come to my senses after all, no? And how are the cliffs?” A tip of a sculpted head, ”Has that Rakk been the cause of such dreariness?”