Dragoncrest Cliffs Lightning flash—

While Erzulie approached the imposing grotto mouth, Sobo hung back, flagging his red tail low against his legs. The stories were enough to warn him away from there for the rest of his life. He was curious, sure, but more frightened than anything. One day, he hoped to conquer his fear and step within.

Not today though. He perked back up when Erzulie spoke again, telling a little of the history of the grotto. Bad memories? he guessed. Even with no one present, the grotto seemed to breathe and the air it expelled was rife with bad energies. Or maybe it was just his imagination running away with him.

Ya do not t’ink Mireille would go down dere?