Lion Head Mesa infensus

snaking her way to where the activity was centered, jawahir came upon the scene late. tamar was there, head bowed to a broken body, and one of the bear-wolves, commanding the fellahin; meanwhile the queen ascendant looked paler than normal, otherwise useless.

the creature that jawahir perceived to be on top of things (slate) demanded herbs and moss; there was a flicker of something within the courtesan's dark eyes, remembering what maggie had been like in the end. off they would go — making short work along the corridor to the overland path, and away.

jawahir knew of some places that herbs were kept; mostly along the stretch of hallway underground, but it was not likely that moss would be there, nor that much would grow within reach of the steppes. in time they would return with what they could carry: clusters of fresh herb matter of various kinds wrapped in thick yellowing leaves, and some clusters of a lichen-like growth. no moss, not without a longer excursion from the mesa.

these things they dropped by the door for tamar to take, and went away again, and again. with sayf's help the pair of fellahin did their best to gather what had been stored — as this was a pleasure palace, there was little that could be used for medicine the likes of which crowfeather required.

feel free to skip jawahir and pp them as needed from this point!