The Heartwood rattler

@Belharra's call for him had been stentorian, jaunty, declarative. asmodeus departed the thick dark wildwood at once, jogging along its sunlit edge until he accosted his companion coming up out of a glen. "what happened?" the basilisk inquired, blinking once at her with colorless eyes as he fell into step with the bard. whatever had occured, she appeared resolute, though she always wore that sort of expression.