Firefly Glen moonlight danced with the silhouettes

The breeze brought him her scent. He lingered, and a moment later, she appeared to him, trilling a cheerful greeting. Comparing this to their last interaction, it was easy to place the sole blame for her reticence on Luhtar.

One ear swiveled warily, listening for signs that they were not alone. Soon enough, however, both stood together at attention, cupped toward her. It was a protracted moment of quiet, but perhaps she had come to expect as much from him. Perhaps she would also be unsurprised when his response was lacking.

"There are no little girls in Forneskja's woods," he replied, remembering to soften his voice. Just when it seemed like that was all he had to say, he went on: "I travel often."

An understatement, really.