Ocean's Breath Plateau give me a scotch, i'm starving

lasher nodded at the other's apology, his gaze at last softening into his characteristic gentility. "you must excuse me. the locusts rose and we are naked to the eye," he murmured, though he made no move to draw close to the stranger. "i am lasher, druid of donnelaith. what is your name?"

his ranks were all but full, and he had not a piece of prey to offer another mouth, but perhaps something could be made of this.