Whitefish River rune

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Procrastination was a terrible thing, and Calahan had fallen victim to it. He had hardly any marked out claim on the river, despite coveting the region and it's lush waterway, the aspens that stood proudly tall. Yet again, there were strangers here. The sepia-cloaked man curled his lip in distaste, approaching the duo with haste.

He recognized the younger boy, the one who'd halted his thieving attempt at the plateau. How ironic, that Calahan was now the one who intended to chase him out of the region. The pale woman, he did not know. It mattered little.

"What business do yew two have 'ere?"