Dahozhoni Meadow blood and wine

"i hope none of these stupid young fools get us killed," tavina groused. around her body was slung a carry-sack fashioned after the one she had seen eset make, carefully filled with packets of herbs, any sort of greenery or dried herb a pack of men might need.

"glad i brought all this. after all, akhtar, you're far too delicate to fight and i simply won't."

but now she threw her pack down, and smoothed a dust-smeared brow. "quite a lovely little place, isn't it?"