Whitebark Stream The reparation of my heart

She cocked her head to the side, glint of approval in her scouring gaze. Slight tear of a grin at the corner of a steel-toned maw.

Well then, friend, pass by as you please. She'd gesture with an outstretched limb, inky and coal-slicked. Have you got a destination in mind?

It wouldn't hurt to know the land. Know the places and the people. She'd be working for them, after all. Best to know where the best of clients were.