Hideaway Strath If the sky is pink and white

Evelynn couldn't help but be amused. This man was so bloodthirsty he was willing to trek halfway across the world and back for war. Hadn't they moved to avoid one? Oh well, there was no changing the mind of the mad. As for if Kynareth was actually mad she had yet to decide. That man that followed the execution though, he was mad. Disease ridden, matted, and ugly. He too thirsted blood, that had been clear from the start from his words to the way he held himself. If Kynareth was the same he at least hid that lust in his gaze.

She listened to the instructions carefully and noted the name Neverwinter to keep in her memory. Somewhere northeast of the strath it seemed, but something she could pass along her way home. Honestly, her task seemed rather open-ended. She might as well scout all of the Teekons at this rate, but of course, Ursus came first. Anything else, Dear? She'd hold back the eye roll, but it was likely evident from her tone how ridiculous it seemed to send her running all over the place, but perhaps he hadn't the scouts to spare and she was the only valuable one. The thought lessened her annoyance, if only slightly.