Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

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He knows it will not be long before he is intercepted. Sure enough, a silvery girl with a dark face--oddly enough, the marking reminds him of Caiaphas--confronts him, growling. She is tall and leggy, but with a quiet strength he will not doubt. Eurycrates puffs himself up in response, coming closer instead of turning tail.
This can be easy, or this can be difficult, the titan says, his words clipped. Take me to the captive and no one will shed blood today. He thrusts his chin out pugnaciously, eyes flashing pale gold as he waits for her response, which will almost assuredly be negative. Right?
He'd lose whatever respect he has for Drageda left should this wench take him to the prisoner without a fight.

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