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The voice was housed within a one-eyed vulturine man. He could have been in his prime, or older, given the condition of his body. She could not be certain at first glance and was not inclined to let her eye linger upon him.

The woman scowled upon hearing her name upon his tongue, which wasn't much different from the general look of disappointment she wore at all times.

I have delivered children for countless women. It was part of the package. Some physicians specialized in one thing or another — not Stryx, if she could help it. Perhaps this slight difference would be worth something to the creature.

How old is your physician? I could teach them plenty, then be on my way once the winter eases. It would be some time before the thaw came, but spring was right around the corner. Rare enough to have one with medical knowledge — but one such as crotchety old Stryx? A bargain, for a bite.