Redhawk Caldera Before I've even started living yet

Nice to meet you, Leandros, Killdeer replied. He remained silent for the rest of the spiel, brows raising in intrigue as the man described his purpose here—and that of the bundles at his paws. 

Perk up how? he asked, cocking his head. Again—not the herbalist in the family. Not by a longshot. But it seemed as if this man came in peace and trade, and so he was willing to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt. 

If he knew his grandmother already had a stash of this tucked away, he would—

Well, no. Impossible to say what this supposed Boy Scout would do next.