Herbalists' Cache Do that thing we never do sober

Scratch that; Ramsay would rather have been alone. A chipper voice pulled his attention down from the canopy to the black-blazed face of a woman, who was approaching without the slightest hint of hesitation. His round ears pulled forward as he watched, face impassive despite the judgments he silently leveled on her. She was either blind to his deformity or she just didn't care, and she was seemingly very foolishor very naive to approach another without any caution at all. She was lucky he wasn't the reactive sort, or she might have soon found a chunk missing from her face.

"It's fine," he answered quietly, in a deep voice devoid of any real interest. For the moment the dwarf remained where he was, unmoving, and then he swung his body partway so he could glance off to the left, where a songbird tittered. The beauty of life was lost on him. "Are you alone?" he wondered, assuming she mustn't be, to be so confident approaching a stranger.