Barrow Fields Such a strange haunting place

slavuj nodded agreeably at her pronunciation. the bit of personal accent, combined with the loveliness of the voice, made hearing his name trough her lips simply enchanting.

"hm? vould that be th' paeck in th' voods? vhere th' river flows?" he swayed his head in the direction of the dark artemis's pack, the one he didn't know was named sacrarium. to him, it was simply a place to avoid.

"or haes ae new paeck grown westvise? th' rock islaends seem quiet..." he looked towards disbanded blackwater.