Northstar Vale Blue and Yellow

Again, he listened in silence. A landslide, a rockfall — it had many names, what had happened here, but the end result was death and misery. Wisely, Lecter kept his mouth shut around the suggestion that this was karma for the Vale's daring to trespass into the Creek's hunting grounds.

The fact remained that her wolves had been injured, and she was in need of his healing. You, who have threatened the Creek's lands, would seek help from one of them? For once his tone was not mocking, merely inquisitive.

I have no herbs here, no methods of drying them or transporting them to you. Unless your Vale has what I need, I shall not be able to help your creatures. I do not even know your name, the shaman added silently to himself.

And if you ask this of me, and I do this thing for you, then you will repay not only myself, but the Creek. No one but you and I need know the details, but I will barter also on their behalf.

He fell silent then, awaiting her words.