Qeya River Shadowblight

At first, the rogue’s answer did not satiate Shadowpaw’s appetite for knowledge. Yet, there was a nugget of gold among a pan filled with dirt.

Esma. My sister.

Shadowpaw did her best to conceal the glimmer of hope that sparkled in her round, yolk colored eyes.

“Esma is Ash Star’s daughter,” she said plainly, as if to beguile the man. No one else needed to know their connection to one another. No until Shadowpaw had more answers. “The other name… don’t know it.”

She looked away, put off, when he began to overtly gawk. “Sounds like you love to talk,” Shadowpaw remarked brusquely. “What's your deal anyway? You a trader?” she guessed.