Redsand Canyon the death of orchids

valuable services? travellers who came to visit? merrick reevaluated the woman with a closer inspection of his fel eyeball. this time he roamed, lingering far longer than was necessary for the simple fact that she could not see him, only feel the pressure of his unblinking stare.
the idea delighted merrick.
"so you're a vendor of wares for wolves and crows," the bear-witch grinned, beginning to circle her in a quiet fashion, testing what he had heard about the ears of those who could not see. "what sort of things do you sell?" he breathed into one ear. "i might buy," into the other.