Blacktail Deer Plateau A witch of a witch of course

The first light of day trickled through the plateau. Spreading shadows around while the cool air tinged his lungs. He had planned a patrol, to further familiarize himself with the place.

Only to be distracted by the heavy scent of the woman seer. Or was she merely a priestess? He did not know, but he did not speak on it either.

Earthy scents joined her. Things he might smell in a medic den.

Perhaps, whatever she worked on, may need his help.

Only he found her with an unexpected sight. Stones and bones and gems. The plants presented too. Some sort of offering or ritual. He was reminded of the way Ingram had his own bones.

So he did not wish to disturb, even if she might already know he was there. Carefully he seated himself nearby. Comfortable to only watch for now.