Herbalists' Cache life feels worse, but good with you in it

gjalla huffs, a sharp sound—not quite amusement, not quite irritation. maybe the woman is right—maybe it is not, but it is exhausting.

anger is a greatly motivating force. a power. a wildfire that has kept her moving. she does not fear it.

her ear flicks at the offer, at the challenge woven into it. a lesser woman might have declined, but gjalla is not a lesser woman. she turns her head, sharp eyes meeting Hawk’s. a beat passes, she debates the options laid out for her.

"spar."