Shadewood quam beningna

the isle. eshamun knew of where lady absinthe spoke; she had passed it when fording the river. "arthendal," she repeated, liking the sound of the name. the woman responded with a dry humour the canaanite liked immediately. "i suppose our god is much the same, an eight-armed wolf who bears horns and burns away wickedness."

she arched a brow but did not draw closer to the woman "we are new here, but we make no war. we defend only," she revealed, intending to assuage any misgivings the other might bear. she did not need strife upon their borders brought by misguided wolves.