Northstar Vale Blue and Yellow

Lecter seemed to have irked the woman, and he watched with ice glossing his stare as she upbraided him. Even she could not hide the shudder of her tone, and he glanced to her goldscale eyes. "Some wrath has befallen you here, has it not?" inquired the shaman, in an inflection that matched her own. From her demeanour, from the anger that shook her voice, it would seem that she needed his skills in healing for some such thing, but the man would not be sure until the Vale woman confirmed his suspicions.

With a new emotion falling over him, Lecter watched her. He shared in the Creek's dislike of the Vale, but in his age, in the twilight of his life, his views toward healing had changed. He would follow and see what it was the Vale required of him, though he still balked somewhat at her having seized him for a purpose he did not yet understand.