Dragoncrest Cliffs schildwand

Rosalyn had been busy at work protecting their claim, ensuring that the cliffs were rife with the scent of Rusalka and hers.  Erzulie had gone back, as had Raleska and Kaertok, looking for the missing Valravn.  Splitting their numbers was dangerous in uncertain times but none of them could give him up for lost.

She'd hoped that they'd rest here untested, but apparently their luck truly was shit.

When Rosalyn arrived, there was no humor or welcome on her features.  She'd thought she was sick before of men, but here was another, seeking to challenge them for the audacity of trying to live in the world with some semblance of peace.

Her bearing was proud, her eye sharp.  She didn't bother to speak, not when he'd summoned her like that.  Plainly he had a grievance without even bothering to consult, so she'd make him air it the same.

WC: 148