Deepwood Weald a shadowy hand turns the page

Looks like a good place to conclude! I'll swing her by in a couple of weeks to drop off a little somethin'-somethin'. :]

A trade was in order for the future and Zsuzsa nodded with a minuscule smile. It was these little gestures that would make the biggest impressions for the time to come. She had grown weary dealing with hostile situations growing up and especially in light of these new Wilds she stumbled upon, it was in her benefit to make the right allies and connections early. It was all part of the grand scheme to start anew, start fresh. Holding gratitude to have come across Dirge to offer an arduous traveler some much-needed connection, perhaps there would be a time they would be bound to cross paths again (the item trade pretty much solidified it).
 
Dirge mentioned the marten she originally carried, still in the place she set it. ”Ah,” She remarked, too caught up in conversation with Dirge to really pay any mind to it. It was an unspoken cue to get back to the beaten paths ahead. Her tail swayed, silver eyes shifting to the forest ahead, and then transfixing back on his own gaze. ”I’ll leave you back to your reflections. I appreciate all the insight you shared.” Her smile was more apparent on her maw. ”Until next time, Dirge...” Her tail wagged with a more lively swing. Dipping down to pick up her light meal, the Mackenzie then dashed off in an ethereal lope in the distance.