Bearclaw Valley eat it up for dinner

Cole finally stood, appearing to be satisfied with Ancelin's judgement. With the duck in his maw, he would begin to scathe by, uninterested in providing a tour. He had duties to tend to, the increasing number of strangers appearing on their borders unsettling within him.

He dipped his head towards them both, a deeper one for Ancelin.

Then the gold barrel was gone through the woods, marking the trees as he went.

exit cole