Hoshor Plains parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

A small woman coated in a menagerie of muted, dull browns. There's quite a lot of that in these lands he's found, nothing like the wolves of his home. It has left him with a sense of isolation and comfort all the same.

Not exactly. I'm only here for a short visit, I plan to settle in the west. He said, gesturing in the mentioned direction. He had found that flatlands and deserts did not bring him anything but anger and grief, despite their familiarity. At the tone that accompanied her following question, he could not help but chuckle.

I am Cinar. And you, stranger?