Dawn Treader Valley but you look good tonight, girlfriend

for @Andromache and/or @Silvertongue when u guys have the time <3

Another has come to his land; or what had decidedly become his.
A slight woman of no name who would have been pecked at by vultures if not for their settlement within close range. A pity, he thought; although happiness about her presence here would be an overstatement. Nevertheless, she would be offered the finest of supplies that could be harvested — nettle seeds, snakeroot, chamomile — for Faustus was not a man who took pleasure in needless death.
In his downtime, he continues with the mapping and planning. The valley still does not appeal to his grandiose eyes, but it is something. Paths carefully drawn and dug from silt, homes put in place for his men and packed in with his own hand.
His kyría is called forth to the clearing with the intention of chat; with him, he brings an offering of water in a bowl spun from dried leaves and a handful of supplies for the strange barbarian girl.