Dragoncrest Cliffs 'Do' or 'do not'; there is no 'try'.

The young man expected nothing in return for his summons; but he hoped to be confronted by a rival force, at the very least a skirmish. Something to give him a glimpse of what was to come should Kiwi amass enough troops and have them trained. He had been promised a battle — yet here, standing and waiting for some kind of sign, Revui was met with silence. A distinct absence heralded by the booming of a distant sea against ancient cliffs. In that moment he made up his mind — but then, a voice. A presence.

He turned sharply, eager to brandish his teeth against an oncoming assault, but there were only words and the briefest of looks as their eyes met. Revui contained himself as best he could, but his spine bristled all the same - and he snorted, rounding upon her like a bull who had been prodded one too many times. He did not do much besides watch her, examine her for size and health and possibly signs of combat - perhaps she was a warrior seeking the cliffs for the other side? But she did not appear damaged. 

Revui, warrior of -- he wanted to say Moonspear, but knew he could not. —Nova Peak. The leviathan's voice rumbles from him with an edge he doesn't mean to employ, but he does not correct himself nor change his stiff posture. I serve the true master of these cliffs. Who are you?