Bearclaw Valley roti

They worked for a time in silence. Stryx looking between different hanging clusters or piles along the shelved walls, or peering at the piles that Aventus added to; sometimes she would pluck something he had laid down, but not often. Most of the collection was either too dry or too wet with no middle ground. Either way, useless.

She clucked her tongue softly, thoughtfully, until he asked his question. A well preserved series of leaves with crystals of ice just forming, had caught her eye. She became curious of these little shapes and answered while focused upon them.

I was hungry, she said. It was a simple transaction made at a desperate time in her life, but Stryx was not ashamed. This place was the first I came upon. I wouldn't have made it to another. Anywhere else could've suited her better, come to think of it, but Stryx was a survivor. She could handle a little bit of fanaticism for a full stomach.