Dragoncrest Cliffs blueish-purple

Jean's split face whipped up to see a familiar dark mask. I no screamin', he refuted loudly -- either too much of a liar or too defiant to heed a lick of Sobeille's sage advice. He then immediately went on to (just as loudly) contradict his prior denial by proclaiming, I beach cleanin'! The announcement came with a proud puffing of his chest.

Dis be my sand. I makes dem fly 'way from my land.