Sequoia Coast look to your soul for these things that you know

the scullion pulled back, inspecting the druid with a raking gaze. from the winsome stop of his muzzle to the sweep of his murkwater fur. there were many things the sea-witch wished to ask him -- their time together had always been brief, as if some illicit meeting arranged at the cusp of dusk when no witnesses would bare testimony to their interactions. her brow furrowed at his answer, though she was not entirely displeased by the coyness that colored it.

"fine." she relented at length. "caiaphas." the name left her lips like some half-thrown spear, tapering into a quiet finish. she looked to him expectantly, ears pulled forwards in anticipation of his rejoinder.