Dragoncrest Cliffs dead man's party

Her heart was light, quickening at the familiar sights. She had been away some time now, the voices of old guiding her on her quest away from the places she had known. Sixsix—her companion through thick and thin—circled above her. He had been invaluable these past months, helping to guide her to each destination. And it was he who led her here, to the sea where her dear village sister lay her head. Last they had spoken, Meerkat had spoken of an ugi, and Sialuk was keen to hear more.

From here, she could see the spear's tip barely peeking over the sides of the range that sat in front of it. She yearned to push forward, but she needed to rest for today. Assuming @Meerkat still lived here, she thought it her best bet. And so she called for her village sister, her voice older now and more settled than it had been when she had left the wilds.