Dragoncrest Cliffs If you're going to run then you better run fast

They made it to the cliffs and, seeing their silhouette looming, Rosalyn had panicked. This place held no familiar comfort for her. It was another reminder of what had been ripped away, cruelly, and the reason was lost. @Val’s presence, and his familiarity, was the only thing that held her from fleeing.

The place was wrong. The scents were wrong. This was a trick and she would not fall for it.

When Val called for others she growled, low, her hackles rising as she prepared to face old ghosts. Even with the food he’d provided, she was in no state to present a real threat to anyone. Bone-thin, barely standing, and with a wildness in her eyes that bordered panic.