Bearclaw Valley dolce

"evien."
"his skull is in the keep."
merrick eyed the healer. "we have many talismans. you should become familiar with them, if you are to stay."
he drew a breath through his mouth and expelled it through his nostrils, picturing it as the bloodied tentacles of pain writhing out of his pores as stryx treated his flesh.
"the rivenwood wolf with whom you fought. what did they look like?"