Redsand Canyon that’s why i’m calling you back on my way through.

He grimaced when she spoke. Something about her reminded Glaukos of the boar witch and he felt his mostly-missing ear twitch.

A hunt means you'd have to shut up. He grimly made note aloud. The alternative was easy enough. There were stores of food near the barracks for the auxillia and a separate storehouse for the civilians. He'd march somewhere between, dig up the first thing he found and claim it for himself either way.

When it was clear the old woman wasn't deterred by his attitude, Glaukos glared at her. He eyed her sack too, with more suspicion. You a witch?