Noctisardor Bypass But a painted face still cries

They only numbered three, which was the same number of names Druid recognized from Etienne’s list. Her lips parted at the mention of Mahler, Wylla and a son they must’ve had after abandoning Rivenwood. She knew Fiona’s name as well, which made her think of the scant details she’d gathered from the woman.

Druid hadn’t asked and Heda hadn’t told her why she had not invited Etienne et al to join them in Rivenwood. If Anselm was anything like his parents, he was probably a piece of work. “Our leader doesn't take kindly to strangers…” This man, on the other hand, seemed entirely altruistic.

I see, she replied simply, shooting him a smile. Would you like to grab your parcel and follow me, Etienne? I’ll take you to where they’re staying.