Dragoncrest Cliffs spiders flee before it

At once, she came to a halt as she heard the croaking chide, sending up a flurry of snowdrift about her. She whirled about to find the raven studying her—something in its tone and eyes that she couldn’t place. Like a pale page, she dutifully returned, tail shivering like swan’s feathers at her hocks.

If it wasn’t here... she bit her lip, ruminating, and then lit up like a young star once again, ”Have you thought of searching ze Tangled-wood?” Her voice had taken on a dreamy, hazy quality as she informed the seeker of what she knew. ”I do not frequent it often, yet, it is a place of gloam... of secrecy. Mysteries. There is much to find in ze labyrinth that a ravine may be.”

Finch-like, she cocked her head at the raven, wondering—hoping—that she may come along on this search. It’d been so long, too long since she’d been on an adventure; a good intrigue.