Boartusk Heights Black-tailed

Without a man.

No, her man was home. Her man was preparing to fight in a war she did not know they could win.

It was not the first time Eset doubted what was sensible. There was simply no room for it now. If she did not go on, Machiavelli may very well die. At least she could track their location.

“I appreciate the warning, and the information,” her eyes upon the regal woman are consciously reverent, “I will be wary.” 

“Gods bless your path, my Lady, young Lord,” she bows before them both once more before turning face into the winds.