Felltree Marsh Aholehole

He paid her a couple of compliments. Masquerade let out a breath, releasing some tension she hadn’t even realized was stitched into her chest. He provided a name, though she’d barely processed it when he offered her a deal. Her head reared back a little bit, though she listened closely.

Swordfish wanted to show her to the coast and, in return, he wanted to tour the rise. Masque immediately disliked the idea. She wasn’t that curious about the coast or any other faraway lands; she was a homebody. Furthermore, she didn’t take to the idea of a stranger traipsing around the rise. It riled her instincts. Surely Avicus would never allow such a thing, anyway.

No, she said slowly, I don’t think so. Not meaning to be rude, she added, Sorry.