Blackbeak Bluff dreams of gods and monsters

Set a week after returning to RUS, gonna keep everything vague ~

Who would have thought that Rosencrantz would leave Rusalka borders again after his last little excursion left him with less of himself than ever? Perhaps he was keeping an eye out for the cannibal, any signs of the twisted man that might be important to prepare and warn others for this looming presence and threat for anyone they might encounter. Slow and cautious, the paladin was wary of any movement that caught his eye, with a hair-trigger temper these days even if the cannibal was lurking in the shadows, he was certain the outcome would be different this time.

Finding himself on the opposite side of the map where he had found the sandy coated anthropophagist. Where he could hear the waves crashing up on the shore, smell the salty tang of the ocean on the breeze and it grew stronger and stronger as he approached the overlook. But something else slowly invaded his senses.

Tundra. That familiar perfume mingled and took over the scent of the salty tang, as he focused on it, oh her, he followed it until she came into view... Halting on the spot, he didn't dare make a noise or approach any further. Lost in a dream-like state, he wanted to approach, to see and talk to the woman again - but as he remembers his face, the new scars and missing bits, he turns with the desire to leave her be, to spare her from the horror show.