Dragoncrest Cliffs the purloined letter

The call isn’t familiar. The face is, but not enough for her to truly recognize it, and as Rosalyn strides stiffly towards Avicus her bearing is suspicious. She and Erzulie no longer lead these shores and the call had an air of command. There was an urgency she felt unwarranted, especially from one who did not know these shores well enough to know who pulled their strings.

Her lip lifted. Erzulie might know better when she joined, but at the moment, Rosalyn had little patience. Her teeth were a warning. You have no claim here.

She no longer led but every stone here was hers. She answered to none on these cliffs.