Redtail Rise Ugjuk

the woman asks for a healer; all he can do is grit his teeth. he offers a meager shake of his head. their situation was not much better, he cloaks the truth in his usual vagueness. it was not her place to press further.

I cannot offer that. he replies, his tone flat, devoid of any particular emotion. cambria leaves his side then, and he turns to watch him go.

at least to bide the woman for her time, he offers a pieve of advice.

you might find luck by the coast.

and a lift of his tail once more, a sign for her to move on. they would be done here.