King Elk Forest sweet adeline

She was not known for her stories. She didn't know if she was even known for anything really, other than to the Blackfeather Woods Wolves. She was Burke's whore and not much more - the spawner of what had made their grow so soft. It was good she had been to; who knows what had become of the old Burke he was now in a place like that? They would've probably eaten them or something if the winter brought little food. She had not the least bit of regret for everything that had happened there.

She smiled gratefully, happy it had been comprehensible, and nearly wanted to return to her daily wandering when he asked. Her eyes grew rather wide, suddenly remembering they were back in the Tuktu after all. Perhaps this really had been their end destination then...

Arthendal was just a but North of here - simply follow the river through the Floodlands and you'd recognize it. I can take you there sometime, if you want. She offered, not the best with directions when it did not come to the stars.