Qeya River all falls down

Tambourine shook his head. "Just her," he replied in a low voice. His pale eyes scanned the riverbanks even as he spoke, just to make sure. It was strange to see a doe isolated like this. Where were the other does? Where was the stag? Was she hurt or sick or something?

It was tempting to go after her, especially since she was alone, though Tambourine reminded himself that they were only tracking, not actively hunting. He took a step backward and recollected the words Freyja had said a moment earlier. "Those are some fancy words. So you have four leaders too," he pointed out, finding it interesting that they shared a similar structure if not the specific titles and roles.

"So if you're not a fighter, ambassador or lore-keeper," he wondered, making eye contact to double check that he had the terms right, "you can't be a leader?"