Herbalists' Cache Got caught, both hands on the smoking gun

Kvarsheim.

His lips curled back in a light sneer, though he spoke nothing on the matter—the less he saw of them, the better. He would have inquired why she felt the need to visit them… but it wasn’t as if they hadn’t given the Creek plenty of assistance and kindness in the past.

Too bad that had been blotted out by one of their own attacking his subordinates and then coming to their border to demand punishment for said subordinates.

He didn’t know who Skald was—it was probably for the best.

Instead, his lips downturned more at the information of just how her journey went. Solemnly, he gave a soft sigh. Defeated acceptance, maybe. “I’d like to say that surprises me, but it doesn’t.”

He bit his tongue in that moment—refraining from sharing his original vision of the creek with Mae. What was the point?

It had long become nothing but a feather in the wind.