Blacktail Deer Plateau it has shown in your cards

Grayday travelled in a springy-legged jaunt, as was typical when he was in a particularly good mood. And he had been, amazingly, ever since giving Engel the boot. It was funny how something could weigh so heavily on one's mind without them even noticing it. Grayday had blamed his moodiness on the season until he'd gotten rid of the weight that had been causing his spirit to flag.

He arrived at the borders with an open, curious expression on his scarred face, wondering what the woman might want. He was a bit wary of having her so close to his home - she was on the plateau, after all - but she didn't seem to mean any harm, and Grayday would advise her against coming so close in the future if she turned out to deserve the warning.

"Can I help you?" he asked, not yet sure what to make of the stranger.