Dragoncrest Cliffs crest

@Rosalyn and @Erzulie

He returns to the cliffs as somber as he'd left the Tangle, calling for his leaders with a note of urgency to his tone. This is important. He halts as he finishes, waiting, trying not to think about Mahler and how guilty he feels. There's no reason for the guilt, but it claws its way up his throat anyway, all burning bile and stiff swelling. He swallows a few times, reminding himself that he still needs to pass on the message. He can't crumble under the weight of neglecting his imagined obligations in an imagined friendship right now.