Blackfeather Woods BLADE ARTS III

going to forward date this to occur after this thread if that is okay. Lmk if not

It took several minutes before he is able to identify why the scent was so familiar. He paused a moment to shift the rabbit hide parcels atop his shoulders. The vital flower stowed within one such skin for the information that clung to it. Could this be Masa? Gold-coin eyes narrowed.

And do attempt to avoid conflict with him, my boy.

A low rumble sounded in his throat. The chips at his pride weighed upon him. Delivery boy. An assigned ally. Herod must have mistaken him for a lowly dog at some point. But his loyalty had been bought, and he would honor that, for now.

So now he would be that little delivery boy. Through these dark woods he would stalk with a gift in tow. The scent grew stronger and stronger. Stopping in a small glade, the barest glimmer of moonlight trickled down from above.

His voice was level as he barked out into the wood. I know you are there. Speak your name, I may have some goods for you.