Bearclaw Valley apertivo

He stopped his complaining pretty quickly. It was impressive actually; he seemed less childish the longer his face throbbed and the longer Stryx tended to him. Maybe he was taking her orders to heart.

As she began to add the chewed plants to his face and other cuts, the bitter flavor didn't dissipate from her lips. Once everything was in place Stryx licked her lips and sought something to cleanse her palate, not that there was anything. She plucked at some dandelion heads from a cluster of weeds and then spit them out.

You should'a run. Thinking of the quick woman with the striped face, and the way they moved between the boy and the doctor during the raid. Seeing them grab at Val; knowing what must be done. What had been taken from Rivenwood. What had been lost in the process by Stryx herself.