Silvertip Mountain chickity check yo self

her trial was not to be. the incensed man had tumbled to the depths below, well out of astara’s vantage. all she could see in that monotonous dark was the slow blink of mocking lantern-orange eyes; merrick, perched on the stones above. 

in silence astara made her way out of the den, recognizing their dangerous game had an end. with the full-throated bowls of fury sounding behind her, astara exited the presumed grave of their first victim, wearing a satisfied smirk as she went.