Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

“Yes,” she nods to the shadowy woman who’d appeared to question her. She gestures towards the pack of greenery across her shoulders, presenting her side to offer them for inspection.
It is not until the brash entrance of a man that the huntress flinches back a step. His eyes are not flickering with the contempt she expects but a look that lingers; frown etching into an unsettling grin only just legible beneath the crossing scars that net his dark face.
Again she is confronted with this decision. Were they fools to come here and risk so much? She’d seen first hand what Faust was capable of. She knew nothing of the Saatsine.
Ayovi waits. Though both guardians seem obliging, she would not proceed until led.