Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

The bounty hunter had been keeping up his end of the bargain; Storm Rising on the Eastern Sea had been kept well fed with a variety of the local fare. Recently, he'd toyed with the idea of taking a trip to the sea in order to bring back something salty. It was out of the question, of course, but for some reason, he liked to imagine it anyway.

Today it was a pheasant. There was not much meat on it, but it wasn't as though Seastom's diet would be lacking. He just thought she might like to make a mess of the feathers. Making messes seemed to be a strong suit of hers, and some nervous part of his psyche whispered that he needed to keep her busy. So — arts and crafts.

He spat it out near their bed to regard her with a wary eye.

"What trees?" he asked, two parts confused, one part concerned.