Barrow Fields i left my flaming sword beside your bed

the stranger's preoccupation with their own thoughts is obvious to rasha in the time it takes for them to respond.  the prophet's face remained solemn and inexpressive.

good luck, she says, unflinching gaze fixed upon the face of the shadow.  we are moving up the coast as well.  it may be beneficial to travel with us.  to this she rolls a shoulder; her tone is unexpectant, even if they agree she does not expect them to stick around.