Hideaway Strath and there's no remedy for memory

Amphitere doesn't do much to acknowledge the quiet gratitude. She glances over as she works, taking a moment to nod, and return to the task. 

Hemlock is wise, indeed, and it is difficult not to find herself growing attached to the woman's presence. Traditionally she prefered her solitude to work and study alone, but in the rare instances she finds herself among a kindred spirit she is hard-pressed to remove herself from them. She listens in silence, absorbing the comments and opinions of the amber woman, and humming her agreement with each point made. "It's a vessel." Amphitere remarks as she shuffles a dislodged stone away from the hole and onto the pile quickly forming behind them. 

The question offered her a chance to stop and catch her breath, which she did before responding. "No, it was a small part. We had a military, gamemasters, and royalty to oversee it all. One could chose their path of the three, but one required a relation to the current royal family to serve in court."