Ravensblood Forest aperitif

She had not - but the name was now etched in to her mind, along with his hulking shape, and the general unease he caused within her. He played at being peaceable with every look he granted her, every little twisting smirk, while his words held an undercurrent she felt could only be described as vaguely threatening. There was no doubt in her mind that this man was the cause of Praimfaya's injuries; whether he attacked the poor girl himself or not, gave the order or tried to put a stop to it, he held himself with some esteem and spoke of his partner, the woman, as if she were under his thumb. Stryx eyed him with a mixture of wariness and lassitude as she finally broke away from his company, sulkily departing through the trees at an increasing pace.