Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't forget these tidal waves

Julep's mood adjusted to the sea witch's response, slowly releasing tension as she rearranged herself to address the other woman more calmly. She was asked a question, to which Julep immediately chuckled in involuntary response. Hell no, she claimed, looking right into the other's eyes, not to challenge her, but to make it clear she wasn't lying.

In Julep's eyes Drageda had been but a warden for her when she had most needed it, but their way of life and intricate moral system had been way too much for her to ever feel comfortable making part of them. If she sought them out it was only because she needed somewhere to begin again since Stavanger Bay and pile of dogshit were basically the same difference. I knew them, she admitted, they're full of shit, she added then, simply unable to contain it.

You live 'round 'ere? asked julep curiously. If she knew Drageda and was so salty at their idea, it crossed Julep's mind that she'd been involved in some kind of territorial conflict with them, as was only usual among coastal packs. And if she did live around here, then maybe that was an even better place than Drageda to start off