Dragoncrest Cliffs and release me

Erzulie explained that the clam might not be to her taste, yet it was filling, if only she ate two more. She gulped a little, wondering if she could stomach them. How many would she have to eat before she acquired the taste, she wondered?

Haunt licked her lips a little nervously—they were salty and a bit slimy too—when the Obsidian mentioned swimming in the ocean. It didn't appeal to her, especially in this cold. Was she going to risk hypothermia just for more disgusting sea fare?

But if the Obsidian commanded it of her, Haunt would oblige. She nodded her head and looked to the leader, wondering if the lesson would come now or later.