Dragoncrest Cliffs Journey of the Sorcerer

Thuringwethil’s eyes narrow when her title is announced, followed by an explanation in her own tongue. She’s torn between comfort and suspicion, like hearing the faint sounds of a song you can’t quite determine. She nods her head once as (after a painfully long moment) she finally remembers the girl before her. She’d been a puppy of a few months old when she first met the little family. “Osiris’ goufa,” she determines with a wave of her flagged tail. “It is a long way from Maungeda.”

She turns her head and chuffs toward Eske, dismissing her enough to give them space but not to relieve her. She sinks into the background, giving the two their space as she invites the young woman into the redwood forest. “Tel op ai yu soujon.”