Honeyed Pasture like you've never felt the ground before

sorry for mine! D:

Renard was, indeed, unaware of most of her concern about the mountains. Even if they had been, it would not have meant much – it was not their family, after all, and they didn’t belong to Sagtannet as of yet. Renard wasn’t in the business of paying strangers much mind.

They followed her gestures as she spoke – Neverwinter Forest, Moonspear, the Nightwalkers – Yuèlóng gave them a moment of pause, though considering Sagtannet, names in a different tongue were par for the course. And they had no leg to stand on, considering their origins.

“Thank you,” Renard said, inclining their head. “Afraid I don’t know of anyone besides Sagtannet, though. Even on the other side of the mountains, I haven’t been here for long.” Their lip quirked. “Unless that cannibal has found herself some followers.”