Firefly Glen sanctify

As Cole observed her amidst the flurry of activity, he found himself drawn to her striking presence. Her coat, a mesmerizing tapestry of black and grey hues, shimmered in the light like shadows dancing across the ground. The deep tones accentuated the sharpness of her features, lending her an air of both strength and grace. There was a calm composure about her, as if she was a steadfast mountain amidst the tumult of their surroundings. Her movements were deliberate, each one reflecting a quiet confidence that spoke of her capability and resolve. It was a beauty that went beyond mere appearance; it resonated with the power of a leader and the depth of a spirit forged by trials. Cole couldn’t help but admire how she commanded the attention of those around her, a beacon of focus and determination in a world that often felt chaotic.

Cole took in the scene around him, watching the trio of acolytes move with purpose as they finished their final dealings. The scent of dried herbs and whale fat mingled in the air, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the skill with which they traded. 

His gaze settled on the woman in the center, who seemed to be commanding the group with a quiet authority. I don’t believe we’ve met, he said, tone respectful yet straightforward. Cole, ma'am. He'd introduce.  I’ll be around if you need any assistance before we leave.