Heron Lake Plateau quam amoena

Eshamun was her name, and though to Charley it was an odd one, he found himself unable to really judge. Aspen really had done a score on him, changed him for the better. Not that he was perfect....
He didn't know the rank of which she spoke, but it was clear through her body language that it was a high throne indeed. The rounded woman didn't know where they were, and while it crossed Charley's mind to not tell her, he found himself pointing backwards at it, below the walls of the plateau.
              "Thats it, down there. We are just across the bog from you, the Royal Fire Court."
Turning his one-eyed gaze back to her with a soft smile, Charley came no closer. No need to make her nervous. Perhaps she would be willing to ally herself with the Glade? The more friends the better, for it meant less to worry about. 
                         "I pray you hold us no ill will."