Blackwater Islands the man with the umbrella

they followed, slunk behind the figure.

he spoke of healing and druids. she felt the tether to him a bit tighter, but did not speak on it. what could would it do her? she just needed to get her things together, return home to prove herself chieftain and lead her rightful group.

only as they plucked through the island, she realized this was not at all the coast of home.

thank you, she mumbled her respects with a bow of her head as she slunk into the caves.

she picked through and there was little left that was useable. but she found something familiar for the aches of the sea in her bones and another thing that she recalled for infections. taken more for cautionary inclination rather than any immediate need.

she snagged another thing for the pain, aware the plant might daze her but seeking them all the same.

if he had not wanted anything touched, he had not specified as such.

she would emerge with another grateful bow to him.

the price?