Herbalists' Cache duskwood

Glu had done well to busy himself with gathering herbs and keeping a good stock of them in his den on the mountain. The Heda had been very clear with him what she had needed when he’d arrived on her doorstep, and so he had tasked himself with fulfilling the duties as she had wished. The dark leader had been kind enough to travel to the coast with him – though it was a journey he could have accomplished alone – and had offered a guardsman of sorts with Dio. The silent brute was someone that the coywolf had enjoyed, if only for his stoicism. It was a rare sort of trait in most.
 
Continuing to bustle about in the foliage, the coywolf glanced back at the quiet male with a quirked brow and opened with intrigue that was not masked by pleasant formalities. At this rate, the cadaverous little scavenger knew that yes or no questions would be best suited for this fellow. “Have you been nonverbal your whole life, then?” he inquired of the fellow halfling.