Larksong Grotto peace is attainable

"I hear you, Skorpa. Ayovi," the druid let her head bow in understanding. "Faust." And when she raised it, her eyes were filled with calm resolve. "You do not have to owe us anything, but we would extend this kindness to you all the same. In addition to keeping our peace." She willed the Baskaan to hold his tongue, if only for a moment. The offer he made was insulting almost - even Satori could see that - and she would not blame the mountainfolk for turning it down.

But they had the resources to spare nonetheless. Healing at least; to unite in skills would be a benefit to all. If they were to leave now, Satori was content to know they would depart in peace despite the growing feeling of failure squeezing her chest. "Perhaps, you may come around in time."