Dragoncrest Cliffs But the things I've seen in Scarlet Town did mortify my soul

@Rosencrantz

The cliffs still did not feel like home to Raleska. Often, she would gaze longingly at the realm below; picturesque in its neat smallness from such high heights. Her true home within arm's length and yet so far away.

She'd taken to scouting the perimeters often, reinforcing them with the savage pride of a conqueror. Every piss on the borders was a blatant FUCK YOU to the ghosts of Drageda, to the wolves on the slope nearby -- a constant, steady stream of middle fingers augmented into yellow and acrid urine.

Finishing her patrol, Raleska headed for the blunt cliff that overlooked Ankyra Sound. More than one thing troubled her today -- but most salient in her line of thinking was, why the fuck did she smell Rosencrantz?