Blackbeak Bluff a heart is a knife in disguise

The woman is eager to send a message to her leader and Thuringwethil nods when she announces its execution. “I would like to meet with her and her wolves in the sound south of Drageda. In seven days at the evening high tide,” she offers. Seafaring wolves, if true enough, will know. It wouldn’t surprise her if all her and her followers knew. Thuringwethil had easily regrown accustomed to the ocean and her ways since their new claim has taken place. She nods once and turns to Tirgatao with a gentle point of her nose. If the message is accepted, Thuringwethil will be on her way.