Blackbeak Bluff Names get carved in the red oak tree

The woman hissed at him and spoke a foreign tongue.

Tenebris regarded her with a frown and a steady stare. He did not know the curse she uttered, and he would not have cared. The opinion of a stranger did not matter to him.

Her next words were rather humorous. Though, the wayfarer did not laugh at them. The man’s golden gaze drifted around them, looking to the skies and then to her face. Tenebris was solemn.

Speak it or not, my words have no power of that kind. If the sea took it, then it did. If it did not, I wish you find it swiftly.

The man shrugged. Children were trouble and they had ways of finding themselves in horrible situations. It was not so far-fetched to believe the child she sought had met an untimely end.