Swiftcurrent Creek I wanna hold you close

We could probably fade this since we have 2 other ongoing threads. :P

"It depends on the tree, I think," said Jinx, unsure whether it was true or not but assuming. Once, she had been told it tasted nice, but the trees in the Timber had never tasted nice. They bled always, even if their bark was not gouged by the wolves' efforts. Back then, though, the mambo had never really used it for anything but sticking small tokens to her amulets, and it was always such small amounts that she never got much of a taste.

"Where I am from, it is bitter, but does its job well. It hardens when the air grows cool." Still unwilling to talk about where she came from or what her Gods were to here, the woman gestured for him to lead her with a brief explanation of, "show me the best places for these talismans, princeling." This one was not so much a test as an offer to let him do the teaching; Jinx had an opinion of the best places, of course, but there was no best answer to this one. She followed him dutifully as he led her, pointing out places he thought were advantageous... And on all of these locations, Jinx was inclined to agree.