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The woman was pleased by the story, and came closer to investigate him. Judging by what she had said, she was either very new to the area — and not yet integrated to one of the villages — or she might have only been passing through.

It is a pretty common practice here, I think. I have seen men trade fresh kills for a night of sheltered sleep within Moonglow, up the mountain. The same was done at village Moontide, but... that village does not appear to exist now. He thought of the village, of Rodyn, and of how wonderful his childhood had been by the ocean.

It was not a long-lasting hurt.

I have dried boar if you are hungry, or fresh berries if they're not too tart. Given enough patience I might be able to ferment them, too. He motioned then to a few pules of things, only tastes of what he had hidden in storage.