Barrow Fields Arsonist's Lullabye

A desert? The thought brought her back to the jackdaw woman she had met her first week in these lands, the one with eyes like the moon and a twitchy disposition. She had carried the scent of clean, warm earth and herbs. Had she been from the desert as well? Perhaps this man had run into her.


I was, Grackle responded rather curtly. I don't believe I'll be sticking around here for too long, however. She continued, more to herself than the stranger. There was something about this place that made her want to run, but in a way that made her pelt roil and paws itch.