Jade Fern Grove landwirtschaft

he rushed her, not in physical force or step, not even in bearing; only in the near-needful way he asked for mahler.
heda shook her head. "he's not here. he's not been around for a very long time." she squinted up at the scarlaced man, fighting a wince that in turn prepared itself for the force of anger she had come to expect from shadowmen with dour things to fulfill.
"last i knew, he was in the mountains." through anselm she knew he'd gone, but to say that was to remember anselm at all and it was something from which heda needed respite. he already occupied so much of her mind.
quietly she waited.
and for what, she did not know.