Hideaway Strath We'll churn you a forecast that wriggles and reeks

Another climb over the mountains, another night or sore bones, heavy limbs and a consistent and annoying cough. When they came to the little valley, the old wooden woman quickly finds a placement in the thick grass under the shade of a tree, panting as she watched her group gathered round. She without a doubt was the slowest of the bunch yet perhaps one of the most determined, granted her having not simply wandered off course. At her age, scouting around and exploring was off the to do list. 

To Ravinger's singing though, her ears would perk, taking in the loud, annoying song. The old woman couldnt say she ever cared for 'Rav's rants' but was happy to see him alive and well none the less. I see the smoke of the fires didnt lessen the shrill of your voice one bit. The old crone snapped off, a smirk on her gray mug.