Lion Head Mesa I Broke my Chains

The man gave an approving half nod; a small correction would be better than none, he supposed.

Only the pelts, I'm afraid, my Lady. The others are gifts for those in Muat-Riya, He replied, glittering gaze traveling over the trove he had managed to amass in Moontide, before flicking back to the towering girl before him.

If you do not mind my prying, Machi asked slowly, eyes scrutinizing the looming figure, are you all right, Madam? You seem unwell, he observed softly with a concerned tilt of his head.