Moonspear Find me where the wild things are

"I'm Dirge," he rejoined, and join her he would. Something to break up the monotony would serve him well, and perhaps take his mind off of other pressing concerns. He fell in alongside her after that, looking over the meager plants she had uncovered. Familiarizing oneself with what grew seemed a strange task to take to learn a territory, but he was brighter than that—there was a purpose in it.

He ventured a guess: "You must fancy yourself as a healer then?" Though truth be told, he hadn't seen very many of those out in the wild, so to speak. Moonspear was fortunate enough to have one they could rely on, but he didn't push ahead wibh his assumptions to ask if she had the pleasure of meeting Lyra just yet. For all he knew, she could have had tastes that ran in the opposite direction, and simply carried a nose that would teach them what to avoid.

well that's good because i just made you wait ages for this burnin' pile of trash :'(