Dragoncrest Cliffs for even if she flees, she shall soon pursue

The gallant man stood by Erzulie, his stoic exterior a stark contrast to the storm that was raging within. The racing heart within his chest - even if he had obtained forgiveness from one, it was only half the battle; and somehow, it was heavier than the first. Perhaps it was the ties he had created with Rosalyn that heavied this burden, made her judgment all that much more formidable than the last. He was fond of Erzulie and saw her as an equal to Rosalyn, and yet... the blood bond was undeniable. 

Soon enough the silent Pirate Queen descended. Not a word was ushered and his own eye met hers, waiting for something. Thankfully, Erzulie was there to break the crushing stillness. That usual hard stare was softened by her sight, though he would crack and express himself - that same eye. was warmer than the usual frost within. Erzulie did enough explaining for now as is until the inquiries were focused on him specifically, and so for now, with extreme, unquestionable diligence, he waited.