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

qiao hoped to taunt the boy by eating before him. if he'd been a little more pleasant she might have shared -- his manner left her cold. it occurred to her to offer him the same piece of meat she'd offered the fence;  ah! maybe later.

she looked up in renewed interest as he mentioned a witch's affliction upon him. her gaze raked his coat, his rough stature, his missing ear and hard eyes. "if you've been cursed, they did a poor job of it." no boils, no patchwork bald spots, no unsightly disfigurement or scaly flesh. is there a witchdoctor here then? how did you come by knowledge of such things?"