Dragoncrest Cliffs live and die by the gun and the knife

feeling very much put off by the prospect of expending energy, sobeille started but then paused. she ignored sam for a moment, listening to the keen wind and the surf below.

if something was wrong, what was it? she sniffed the brine on the air and turned back to sam, realizing his gaze rested expectantly on her.

what had he said again..?

what? sobeille’s ears moved back to her dark skull. oh. mm, inviting a man on her turf filled her with a sense of impropriety, but she decided for this, it was necessary. dis way.

moving off at a guarded walk, sobeille brought him to the narrow tunnels that flanked dragoncrest and spat them out down at the sound. she’d traveled this particular tunnel many times with astera, the ground made polished by the endless patter of enthusiastic feet.