Altar of Twilight if you do not know which way to go

The Priestess' gaze flickered from the pallid femme -- who seemed wary but accepting enough of their assistance -- to Eldritch at her question. The Melonii cast a surveying look about their wintry surroundings, her brow rumpling with doubt at the thought of finding any herbs in this weather. "I will try, yeah," the mambo murmured, "but I do not think I will be able to find much in this cold." Perhaps the Nightwish would have more luck. Regardless, the witch turned back the way they came -- breaking into an urgent lope -- thinking perhaps she might have better luck in the tangle of sheltered woods they'd seen on the southern horizons as they passed through.

feel free to skip her, Mati has officially left for Bramblepoint to look for herbs!