Duskfire Glacier glacierline

How long had it been? Hours, days, since the encounter. Satori remembered little but the hard lines of the strange woman's face.

A headache plagued her, forcing the druid deeper into the shadowed edges of the forest where the harsh light of the glacier could not reach. If Faust looked hard enough, he might find a ball of blonde fur tucked under a fallen log, only the steady rise and fall of her flank differentiating her from an odd fungi of sorts.

There was much to think about, but for now Satori let mind lull into painless nothing.