Bearclaw Valley Who you gonna call?

Bein' vague because of on-going raid threads!

Stryx was minding her own business, as per usual, and studying an assortment of plants growing near the valley entrance; that was when she heard a distant voice. It was far enough she could not make out what was said - but near enough to be a danger if it was the wrong person.

She sighed the world-weary sigh inherent to grandmothers who were tired of the young. It wasn't very far at all, once she got going. There was someone standing by the boulder that served as the gatekeeper to the valley.

Pretty.

Aye, I am, but you can't expect a little compliment to get you far. She piped up, choosing to be obnoxious and angsty, rather than her usual (which would've been old and angsty so not much different).

Stryx stepped in to the stranger's path and gave them a look over. She sniffed emphatically and wore a grimace. State your business, kid.