Dragoncrest Cliffs Siren song

He was understood. The pantomime of seeking Mireille's scent had done what he had intended — mostly.

There was a shift in the guard's attitude which Drusk had not anticipated. He had come looking for the red-woman, but now that he stood before the rising stones of the cliffside and had scented the limits of the claim, he had learned of other women. Perhaps he could be of use to them in the same way.

The man proved to be an obstacle, though.

Drusk reri! He made a point to stand proudly in that spot, planting his feet, almost squaring off against the red-and-black figure before him. His posturing became a little less friendly. He huffed and motioned towards the land beyond Lafayette then, and lunged a step, as if to insist he move beyond this point.