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If she'd been drinking anything, Fiona would've spit it out. Instead, she let out an awkward honk of a laugh when Druid replayed a soundbite from their first conversation. Fiona had radiated "fuck off" vibes back then, namely because she didn't quite know what to make of Anselm back then. Now, she saw regarded him as mostly harmless... a thought that he would probably hate, considering how fragile his over-inflated masculine ego was.

Greenroot is south of here, about thirty days of travel if you're sharing the journey with a raccoon-in-training, she said, gesturing to Prowler who was still working on the piece of meat Fiona had thrown to her. It's not anything special, at least not to those who weren't born into it. It does have some of the biggest, most beautiful trees I've ever seen, though. They're covered in moss, which I suppose is how the place got its name. Harmless facts to share with the Den Mother. There were times she missed Greenroot, especially during those first few weeks of travel, but she'd known from a young age that she would head elsewhere. Encountering Anselm had solidified that decision as a good one.