Sunspire Mountains dead woman walking

The girl didn't run, and didn't become defensive. She appeared to consider what he'd said, and welcomed whatever he could do. It wouldn't be a lot; but at least it would be something, and Glaukos only hoped it would be enough to help her on her way.

What're we working with here? His voice was like gravel, but nobody ever said Glaukos had a positive bedside manner. Hell, he wasn't a real healer by any regard. But he moved closer to her and positioned so that he could see the sliced tissue of her haunch.

What he saw might've caused some people to go white as a sheet, or make some comment, but Glaukos was like stone. He began to look around pretty quickly after, seeing what was around in these borderlands of tarn and mountain, in the middle of winter.

As he began to gather some things from around them (a few familiar grasses, although frozen; a clawing at the permafrost to slush up some snow and mud). He was pulling some weeds free of their roots when he muttered, You're pretty tough, walking on that.