The Heartwood short sleeves

A traveler then. Spreading the good... word? She was not familiar with it, but her spidey sense told her to tread carefully here. He did have a pretty name, she had to admit. But where was this hunter of his? Diantha knew her patience wouldn't last long, but some patience was necessary if she wanted to eat.

She sat down, feigning great interest in "the good word" with her ears tipped forward and her eyes wide. What's the good word? she asked, bracing herself for any number of crazy half-baked explanations. But she'd put on her innocent face and listen for as long as he wanted to talk... so long as that meal was delivered in a reasonable amount of time.