Herbalists' Cache When choices end, you must defend

This was what Tybault hated about leaving The Gilded Sea. Back there, everyone minded their own business. Out here, you could be fucking off alone doing your own thing, and some dude would just pop out of nowhere and chuff at you. Like, hey, maybe I'm busy here, asshole? Some of us have jobs. (Tybault was probably from New York City in a past life.)
Hey. What pack are you from? Tybault eyed him, taking in the scent and his size. What did they feed these guys here? He wasn't really jealous, but damn. Anyway. Dude was here and bothering him, so he may as well get some information.