The Floodlands Jackpot

He appeared amicable to the compromise.

It was no skin off her nose if he refused; Mag could carry on with her quiet existence of frog hunting, avoiding anyone within the Hinterlands, or even vanish entirely from it - which held a strong possibility, given her reception so far with the locals.

Call on me when ya need more lessons, or if'n there's a discovery made that has ya wanting to share. I enjoy a good lesson, her smile was a little crooked as she added, giving or receiving.

Overall this had been a positive exchange. Veran would leave a little brighter of mind, and Mag had begun to spread her small but insidious roots.

Keep the lot, if ya like. Ain't much and ain't worth the split. Nice enough to exchange these findin's with a lovely person like yourself hennyway.

Tut tut, off with you then - or so she expressed with a motion of her nose, an expectant glow within her gaze.