Ankyra Sound when the dry bones dance with the timbrel and lyre

He does not leave her side. “To the east lied our enemies -- Drageda. They ran.” It is something he takes pride in, though he had very little part in making it a reality. Upon noticing the cliff wolves disappearing scent, Vaati had begun to live enjoyably again for they had been a troublesome wart on his back since his days before Rusalka. Their presence would not be missed. “That way is the sea.” He nods in the direction of the crashing waves. Truthfully, he did not know what else to say for geography was not something he had paid close attention to in the last few months since his joining. There had been bigger fish to fry.