Dragoncrest Cliffs a wasting of my time

Rosalyn smiled into the soft fur that she rested against. They ensnare men and lure them to their demise. When they wish to. Fortunately, we aren't men. And fortunately, Rosalyn knew Jorunn could be trusted implicitly.

The draw, however, was comparable. She could drown here.

It brought spring to her mind though, and that in turn made her wonder who Jorunn would find when the time came. She would help in any way she could - but she was not sure what that would entail. She'd already disappointed, in some ways. She would need to find other routes by which to return the favor she was being given here. It felt less and less right, to take so much.