Ankyra Sound Whisper

What an odd thing to say. Ptolemy sensed the marrow-deep stress emanating from the woman but chose not to press it. She was alright, he thought. Scented like the sea even up close; definitely one of the neighbors. A pack wolf.

That's alright, His tone was affable, upbeat to match his unusually good mood. Ptolemy, Speaker of The Druids. We're over on the Blackwater Islands. Ptolemy gestured to his beloved islands. His eyes lingered lovingly on them for a moment, then turned back to Heph. I take it you live nearby?