Ankyra Sound and not just the muse

The heat of the day had Rosalyn restless. She'd remained near the coast most of the morning, but as afternoon drew on she relocated to the cliffs to make use of the breezes there.

It was there that she spotted a lingering silhouette in the Sound. Her hackles immediately prickled. She'd associated the place with death for so long that she wondered at first if it was a ghost. She lingered on the thought of Raleska once again, but no. It was too big for that.

She knew that she shouldn't investigate, but something drew her forward. Her paranoia grew worse as memory faded and she did not trust the spirit to leave them alone without a warden to chase it. She could serve that purpose still.

Her gaze was suspicious and unfriendly as she approached him, but she didn't growl straight off. What are you doing, lurking here?