Firefly Glen sanctify

@Cole

her party had banded back together and assessed their final dealings with the locals. dried herbs traded for a sliver of whale fat, salted meat for incense, and mushrooms for a rich shade of orchid dye. she did not ask from which encampment her trio of acolytes had made their business, for it would matter little in the days to come. 

their course set them toward the east, past the sprawling mountains that boomed to challenge them. "eat your fill before we depart," a command given to the ears of her followers as they neatly packed the last of their gathered artifacts. 

shamura herself set betwixt the hustle of the three, slowly grinding away at a piece of newly acquired whale fat between her molars. they were not of the sea, and the meat of the salty waters was praised as a high delicacy in the silk cradle. her trio had done well, and they too would see to enjoy the blubber they'd managed to acquire.