Blackwater Islands the man with the umbrella

they watch: a silent, stony sentry as she takes what she needs from the healing druids' left stashes. they do not move to interrupt nor keep her from taking what she wishes. the medicines would do nothing for them but rot. they are not a healer; never had been their role and never would be.

they'd rather take life than save it. a cold truth.

they move aside at the sound of her approach, allowing her exit from the cavern. seaglass gaze skims the medicines she has with her idly; soaking up her small bow.

the price?

a twitch of their tail is given, a contemplative breath following. but they know immediately what they want. the skull of your first kill on the full moon. a simple request, they feel. the full moon is when the veil between this realm and that of the void is thin ...and magick of jus drein, jus daun paid will be strong.