Dragoncrest Cliffs our hands are tied here if we stay

it had been a long while since anyone had called for kaertok. the sound of the summons sent a pang through the obsidian as she rose to move in that direction.
she thought of raleska and the white wolf, residing in the arms of one another for the remainder of eternity.
it was with a solemn expression that she came upon the young woman spun of sand-gold. "kaertok was killed by a bear some time ago," she said gently. "but his older children be here in sapphique," erzulie added, realizing that the caller was greatly youthful herself.