Whitebark Stream Time to get some pistols and a doctor on site

Her traveling companion only looked the part of gentleness and sweetness - the creature was jealous, unrefined and ill-mannered most of the time. Artyom was lucky he had met him on a calmer day, otherwise the fae would not have doubted that Loinnir would've swooped down to threaten the poor father-to-be.

Thank you, sir Artyom. She curtsied instead of nodded then, feeling as if their conversation had come to an end. Besides, the sun was almost setting and they had yet to find a place to spend the night. I will make sure to send word of our forming.