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She nodded. The Worlida's word was final and would be treated as such. Henwen decided she needed to search for the herds closer to home, rather than following them too far in case the quakes strike again. 
Her leader went on to explain more about a possible target.

Blackhead.

Why was she called that? Perhaps she'd find out if she went to the graves of her parents. Rusalka. Perhaps that should be where her search ends. A last inquiry into who this infamous blackhead even was. A good guess would be if her face was black, but the rest not. Crone, old. It shouldn't be too hard since the markings were so unique.

"I understand." And she found the name of the Klikalida. Dacio. She knew it'd be his name because they clearly have common enemy, so why not put them both at the top. "What is the instruction if she engages with us?" Surely, if this woman was suspected to be a danger she would be an issue of engaging with them, not the other way around. Right?