Bearclaw Valley Says he’s broke

Stryx didn't care who this was, in all honesty. After the tumult of the bear-wolves' recent activities and all the work both Arielle and herself had put in to remedy the ills of the various warriors, she didn't have the patience.

He's busy. She countered. The last thing Stryx would prescribe to any of her patience was a late night dalliance with strangers, especially in his condition.

As cut-throat as these cultists had proven themselves to be, they were still mortal beings. They bled. They bruised. It was the starbone's duty to see them through to good health.

The woman bristled. Answer the questions or quit wasting my time.