Firefly Glen [PHE] and way down we go

Etienne spoke of his time here—something Akavir would have enjoyed to elaborate on and learn more of his comrade, but the conversation was something that would have to be placed to the side—

—he hadn’t expected the offer to assist, and his gaze swept over the healer, a confirming nod given, a spark of recognition flickering in his own champagne eyes—healers could be needed. He knew Arlette was exceedingly talented in the field, but he nor Arric would even consider letting her step foot near the potential danger.

“The offer is a welcome one. We’ll need to take the girls back to the Creek. I plan to discuss the matter with Kvarsheim—perhaps they also have warriors to send. The more we have, the better.” He paused, gaze skimming out to the glen that had served as a home away from home, albeit briefly. “Get your affairs in order and say your goodbyes. I’ll speak to Moonwoman of our intentions. We need to leave quickly.”

He did not mention that part of his hurried departure stemmed from his worry of the creek, and those that had remained behind.