Dragoncrest Cliffs Someone said something one time, but Daddy didn’t talk too loud

Raleska had informed both @Erzulie and @Rosalyn to her plans to scout. Initially she had intended to go north, but as the trail unwinded Raleska found herself taking to old footpaths as well worn and known to her as her own two front feet. 

She skirted Ankyra entirely, feeling an inhospitable chill seize her spine as she saw the cliffs in the distance. Somewhere below the Grotto her mother’s ghost clanked and howled — best to just avoid any run in with Caiaplasm if she could help it. 

By nightfall Raleska found herself standing in the patch of dirt where she had seen Eurycrates be dispatched. A somberness shouldered her, heavyweight with a strange species of nostalgia. 

So long ago, the cliffs had been rife with tension and bloodbath. Now, the stony hall was eerily still — and not a soul to be seen besides her own as the sun sank into a bloody expanse of dark sea.