Herbalists' Cache dark sky

"North," she repeats, the smile turning her lips taking on an amused, lazy slant. "Alright, Dune from North." The priestess isn't sure she'll be able to glean more from him, but... "I wonder what manner of things are told to you," Poet says thoughtfully, abandoning pretense of trying to communicate with the boy. "Though I suppose I could wonder the same of my other speechless companions. Well. Perhaps... could I tell you a secret?" He probably won't understand the question, she knows, but the formality of the scene matters to her in some small way.