The Heartwood I came to stake my claim like a canine waitin' in a buffet line

Vallkyrie couldnt help the small bit of laughter from Q's words and the wink which came along with it. Twenty six exactly hu? Well what do ya know! Didnt get that cure from one of those voodoo priests did ya? It might have sounded like she was brimming with sarcasm but it was true, at least some of it. She knew of those weird and witchy priests, she had encountered them before after all! Back in her home peninsula, Torbine. Although she didnt really believe Q had some sort of 'randomly cursing disease' nor that she had to eat twenty six rabbit ears to cure it. 


I do. Vallkyrie admits as she comes along closer to the woman, settling down on the forest floor. It was cold and dry, for not much life had yet been able to regrow and thrive here after disaster struck it. With a name like 'Heartwood' she imagined it had once been a very pleasant and beautiful little forest. Just north-west of here. A much large, thicker forest called Neverwinter. I take it your not from nearby? She didnt have the familiar scent of the Moonspear wolves nor did she smell of any of those Kyr had met on the coast. She could guess by her placement here she was either from far south or around the flatlands somewhere. But as far as Vallkyrie knew, she could even be a rogue out by her lonesome.