Larksong Grotto we almost drown when the sin sinks in

Aside from the spoken greeting Sanja did not recognize much of what was said; emphasis was given to Khemia which was one clue at least. A name - a person or a place? Maybe this was the name of the grotto.

A concerned look crossed her features as she tried to reply, Ha, hallo. This was made to sound more odd beyond her accent by the delay of her cadence.

She missed the obvious - that this woman was hunting the same scents that Sanja followed. Her attention drifted to the path and she sniffed in the direction of prey.