Dragoncrest Cliffs live and die by the gun and the knife

Once again, Sobeille delivered - there was a tunnel, its floor worn smooth by traffic, and it was the most glorious thing Sam had ever seen. He followed her into the dark with big eyes and a slack jaw, adding his clicking claws to the ocean's rhythmic hissing. It sounded like a snotty nose drawing breath.

By the time their paws hit sand, Sam's smile was competing with the now risen sun. A few minutes later, standing before the headless serpent he had constructed out of Caiaphas' remains, the plummet into cold dread nearly gave him whiplash.

"I-it was here," he stuttered, not daring to look at Sobeille. "I swear."