Totoka River no direction but a faith in her decision

it is always the same god, with different names. another unexpected snatch of truth from the stormborn. the listener was pleased with her find, and already considered the possibility of rasha's advancement within blackwater. her demeanor spoke of one well suited to the softer aspects of existence; in time, she would fill the gaps in her knowledge, and perhaps would prove herself capable of carrying out the duties of a speaker. but that was for the future. for now, the listener would watch rasha carefully.

druids shelter under trees tonight. we are few; only two others. boy and woman. tomorrow, we continue journey to seek home, she explained, perhaps covering more than rasha had asked of her in her attempt to interpret the question. or less. it mattered little; she would see soon enough, and whatever curiosities lingered would be satisfied.