Dragoncrest Cliffs evil yours, evil mine.

Astera arrived home, albeit too late. Bleak scents, strange scents. All the same meaning; hardly a soul happened to be home. She had sense enough to be vary. The seacliffs had been home to the saltwater band long before her time, and yet today they were silent.

And yet it seemed all was not to be hapless, a familiar breeze on the wind. Astera picks up her pace, abandoning caution as she raced on through the bluepeace. "SOBEILLE!!