Ghost Lion Crag xxxxv. it's a waste of time

"So have you," the girl remarked, though she was not completely sure that he was talking abut their location. He had always made her nervous from the moment they first met but it was true enough that she had never wished him harm. The herd-watcher had hoped that by remaining neutral she could avoid choosing sides between the two men who seemed to be constantly butting heads, not unlike warring rams fighting for the rights to the women within the village. But somehow that only seemed to complicate things further, if Raimo's simmering ire was any clue. Still, she hoped to keep the situation light as anxiety whirled through her bloodstream in response to his dark tone.

She edged a step backward, pale emeralds never moving from his two-toned gaze as she put on an air of calm nonchalance -- despite the fact that alarms were sounding in her mind. "What brings you to the Hinterlands?"