Dragoncrest Cliffs rumble slow

The singalong continued and Haunt wondered if it had something to do with hunting birds. That didn't make much sense but, then again, neither did rhapsodizing one's every word. Maybe she ate one too many songbirds? Haunt mused, the corner of her mouth twitching ever so slightly, though she carefully controlled her expression otherwise.

"Ah, well, I was going to make the rounds and check on the caches, see which ones need to be topped off. Want to come with," she invited, "Chacal?"