Dragoncrest Cliffs ‘Cause I Want More

She was blunt in ways that the pale furred Northerner much appreciated, the flash of his teeth growing into some terrible form of a grin. Vel mætt, Rozaleen. That she and hers were claiming these cliffs as their own formed no contention within the man, instead confiming that this would be his only venture to these cliffs. As wonderful as they were, they were not home, and they were not his.

No, this one intends to settle south of this place. Dark eyes roved her face again for a moment, considering the life-scarred woman in front of him. Why this place? If Rozaleen minds not.