Deepwood Weald penny for my thoughts, I deserve a dime

I cannot assist you. Lyra's temper rocketed, and she nearly turned and bared her fangs, the demand then leave me be! dying on her tongue as the woman continued quietly with a reasonable enough request. Her voice was steady, soft, and the Ostrega couldn't figure out if she genuinely wanted to help or not. "Revui," she answered after a beat, though doubted she would know his name even if she had met her brother; he was the silent, simple type who kept information tight to his chest just like his kin.

Her admission that she was a newcomer was not a surprise, and Lyra felt a knowing smile cross her features as she gave a glance to the pink-nosed woman. "I thought as much," she said with a nonchalant shrug. "Where did you come from? Travelling during winter is a brave decision." And by brave she meant really stupid.