Hushed Willows he don’t drink, or steal, or cheat, or lie

he noted the names, feeling a bit sheepish—he wasn't an ambassador; this wasn't his place. he gave a brief, sidelong glance into the willows, wondering if and when sunny would show up (please, goddamn it, show up!). but it seemed that, at least for now, cortez would be responsible for this.

so he did the only thing that came to mind. . .he shrugged.

i'm sorry; i'm not familiar with easthollow, cortez responded, frowning in apology. i've. . .been really tied up, helping my sister raise her kids. i don't get out much anymore, and my time here's been short to begin with. it was a non-answer and would likely do nothing to satisfy the pair of wolves at the border. but what else could he do?

he sucked in a gentle breath, turning again to stare down the path upon which he'd arrived. i can fetch my co-leader, @Sunny. . .? he offered, gaze flickering back to raleska and kaertok. he probably would know. better than me, anyway. the bard chuckled nervously.