Dragoncrest Cliffs Ghosts of the Rail

Anyone from Rusalka!

Njord split from Erzulie to take in all Dragoncrest had to offer. Though the ascent was perilous, the tops of the cliffs offered thick forests for shelter – an unusual territory unlike Njord had ever seen. He had never been this far North before... it was unlike island life. The boy skirted between the trees towards an overlook, following the smell of the sea and the cries of wheeling gulls overhead. This was home now, and he wanted to know every square inch of it.