Hoshor Plains silver tooth

Mysterious water... Healing lakes? Perhaps what this woman chased was fantasy, something glimpsed in a dream once.

Synder knew there was no thing so mystical or benevolent, not on this earth they walked, but she would keep her pessimism locked away in her thoughts. A part of her enjoyed being in the presence of someone who still seemed to harbour some wonder for the world.

Their recent path had wrung much peace from her mind. Reminded her of cold realities, drummed up old guilts, but today- today they would just be adventurers, looking for some mystical lakes.

..Aha... I can't say I've heard of them. She looked to Roan, figuring he might've come to the same conclusion. I don't think there's many lakes out here... Golden eyes fell to the endless plains before them, dry and washed over with snow. Why are you searching for them? Do you have people who need healing?

She asked now with vested interest, a spark of something almost eager in her eye.