Dragoncrest Cliffs Where we see enough to follow

Antumbra is roaming the borders when the call is made. She doesn’t mind that the patrol is interrupted, it’s more often boring when she’s by herself, but the caller in question isn’t someone she’s sought out when she should have sooner and she feels a weird sense of relief and frustration all in once. Something said among the chaos has stuck out to her but she’s struggle to accept there is anything malicious behind Ephraim. He’d been a lost child when he’d been found, without knowing who is parents were.

Cutting across the forest, she comes across the boy, the scent of her son lingering in the area but she does not look for him.

“Hei,” he beckons with a slight nod of her head, closing the distance to something comfortable.