Firefly Glen in shape no bigger than an agate stone

Her face remains impassive as he speaks, the rage clearly palpable in his voice. It never has done any good to stoop to that. No, where he is angry, she is coldly serene. It is only when he mentions his past injury that something akin to sympathy blooms over her face.

Then let me help you, Megara responds softly. I will tell you whatever you want to know. She is more than happy to lead this lost little lamb back into the fold. He has gone too far astray. 

She tilts her head, curious. Who do you travel with here? the old seductress asks. Is this your home? She ought not to linger for too much longer, but the joy at finding a grandson outweighs her natural wanderlust. Even if he is somewhat rough around the edges.