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

many questions lingered at the tip of her tongue.

born in the wilds, raised in a bear cult. thieved, and then cursed. qiao found her gaze trailing to his hind quarters -- she knew more than one witch to have taken their pound of flesh there.

he appeared intact. "a benevolent witch, to only take your ear. i would have taken your dick." qiao ignored the suggestion glaukos did not often talk about such things. "three questions." she looked to him slowly, measuring. "where are the bear worshippers? what did the witch try to turn you into -- and last of all, what did you steal?"