Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

Rowan gave the man a sharp look.
Holding his tongue. He didn't want another Hela in his woods, but for christ sake.
He could see why he was smacked up that's for sure.
Rowan forced himself to let out a breathy laugh, trying to keep his cool. Outsiders weren't to blame they were just uneducated.
"I wouldn't have found you if it weren't for them."

It'd probably be too late, or Reyes would have moved on.
He let his lips quirk up. 'No offence' really covered it, didn't it. Rowan wasn't Hela. He wasn't some boasting dickhead who threw his weight around.
"I'll go get the herbs." He practically muttered, turning away sharply and moving off to take his sweet time picking up his little stash. The strong-smelling collection of herbs was still unidentified, but it didn't kill Taikon so...

Rowan returned to the creek after a few long minutes, wondering how Reyes was faring.