Dragoncrest Cliffs bowstring

Rosalyn had long since forgotten the name Drageda but the demons they’d instilled within her had never truly left. She saw them all in his fleeing form and fought harder, snarling louder, but was held firmly in a way that her frail strength could not escape. She cursed her daughter as a traitor despite the soothing words, and once released, trust was damaged irreparably. She no longer recognized her blood for an ally - suspicion would be present ever forward.

It was the price paid, one she would not have instilled if she had the presence to know how steep and unnecessary it was. She knew no better.

Rosalyn would hunt him until she forgot what it was she hunted, ranging the shores. It would not take long in her state, yet the restlessness continued. It would be a difficult night.