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

If there was another word for "old woman with a threatening aura" Glaukos didn't know it.

This one seemed unaffected by the association. Her threat made him snort. Having dealt with one witch already, and born to a cult a lifetime ago, Glaukos wasn't afraid of her.

Already been cursed. He rumbled, more as a jest but, his voice remained grim and serious. The woman ate some dried meat from her sack while Glaukos watched, unsure if he was fascinated or disturbed by the strange smells and sights.