Shadewood tlaloc

she watched him as he placed the wares to the ground, and for a moment her gaze tore to the contents to ravenously categorize them. while he was craning his neck to relieve his sore muscles of their tension, she was taking stock -- unfortunately, she was a terrible herbalist.

he gave his name freely, though the names were not at all familiar to her. "i am arunik'ra." she answered simply, giving no mention of either her deportment or her relation to the ekar-aji. "tell me, doktor bastian höffner -- how long have you been in the malkarian fold?"