Duskfire Glacier where the horned one sleeps

It was something that concerned her too, but for Darukaal's peace she would journey. She had to. "I'll take it slow," she promised, though her gilded eyes filled with a fiery independence. 

Faust would join her then, and perhaps it was for the best that she took a guard. In such a vulnerable state, she might easily be preyed upon by those not adhering to the treaty. Like Svalla. Like the strange caribou woman of before. 

"We'll call for them halfway, in neutral territory. Larksong Grotto ought to do." He wished to bring gifts? Satori felt some of the tension ease as she stretched her three working legs in turn. "Perhaps Winsook has a taste for oxen calf." A smile then, a jest, but the druid would not interfere with his pleasantries if it meant the meeting might be more cordial.