The Heartwood kneel

bartholomew was a man of metaphors himself, but the description seemed clear enough to pierce the skies.

i do not know of the man but i...i have seen a woman. black in furs and eyes, a notch upon her ear. surely this aligned with what this man had described. sa...sacra- something she called her home. the woman had not been welcoming or kind to him and his work.

he cared little for selling her out with ease, even if he knew her sides had been round when he had last seen her. she had doomed herself and her children in many ways it seemed.

to the coast from here, in the woods just before the river and saltwater. he jutted his chin.

then stared, half expectantly at the man.

what now?