Northstar Vale plenty of folk want our kind dead

“And yet you would have no one to tell if you died,” she responded dryly, idly wondering if Reyson heard this man talk he would bounce to another extreme conclusion. It had to be some form of jealousy—did he worry she did not want him?

Either way, the stench emanating from the man’s ear was enough— “We would need to take your ear off,” she spoke plainly, her voice softening. “At least the parts that are frostbitten.” She paused, pushing on his leg— “Injury from before?”