Dragoncrest Cliffs mortality

the girl who came to greet him was pretty, like muted fog against chestnut wood. she was striking, but ancelin sensed some tension, which distracted him. he followed the line of her eyes into the brush and then glanced back, wide-gazed, and followed at once.
"uh, i'm ancelin. avicus is my aunt," he explained, stumbling over a root as the scent of the ocean struck him full in the senses. "i'm, uh, sorry for your loss. losses." wow. "she said to hunt and patrol. i figured i'd come by first and see what was needed."
"never been up here." he was rambling.