Luneshale Pass mercy street redux

while she knew little of the region past akashingo, phox’s account of his family was complete enough to paint a picture; his absence would be noted immediately, and his connective network large enough that her life may be forfeit if any misdeed came back to her.  

she sighed. her last haka had supped from her own life-stores. if she was to cast something stronger, she needed a bloodprice besides her own soul’s ka. 

my devotion is to the overworld. qiao answered, indulging his prying to a point. perhaps his daughter was somewhere lonesome — and if she was not of use, perhaps he’d lead qiao to someone who was. there is no time for family in such vocations. she pulled from her deerskin the first few pieces of her sigil-stones. do you just wander aimlessly, then?