Whitefish River samakat bayda'

in my line of work, one never tires. they answer glibly, a shine in the depths of those dark eyes.
this poor thing! destitute at her age. childless too, jawahir might imagine. a pity; the woman was kind and could have advanced jawahir's own goals had she been networked through the valley.
do you seek an end to your roaming? a thought caught in the web of her mind now.
there is... a man, of your kind, who favors me. he hopes to build something for himself. you could come along, to rest there. smiling.
your every need, catered to! imagine.