Silver Creek Tell me, so I say

A scoff. Sending an old woman to run an errand was a sure way to end her life. If not the journey itself, at least something much stronger and fast will. 

But, the Prophet has surprised Umbra too many times for her to truly discount the woman's will to continue on despite all that weigh against her.

"A fool's errand, for sure. But, if the Queen demands it, then I guess it must be done." Eyes scanning the area, she sent the woman an offer.

"Let me find something for you then. I won't be long." She did not wait for Haedwig's acceptance. 

Off into the shadows, she disappeared. Where she went, it was hard to discern. It was mere minutes until she emerged from the dark depths, a beaver clutched in her teeth. She unceremoniously dropped the wet carcass down at the woman's feet, it's landing a squelching thud.

"There. Gut it out, and you have yourself a nice pouch to carry your herbs."