Dragoncrest Cliffs live and die by the gun and the knife

@Sobeille

By morning, the adrenaline of his nighttime escapades had worn off and Sam was bone  tired. He had passed the night in the woods, sleeping fitfully and moving often, and by the very first blush of dawn he was up and on the move. Cliffs. He was to meet her by the cliffs.

Said cliffs were very clearly claimed, and not just by Sobeille. Sam wrinkled his nose at the strong scent of urine that marked the meandering border, which he followed at a slow and lumbering pace. Pre-dawn had progressed to sunrise, and the star of the show had painted everything orange.