Noctisardor Bypass omlete du fromage

Keeping her eyes on the distant figure, Druid brushed the soil back over the fish. She then pivoted and strode toward him. He crept nearer too, so they met in the middle, just beyond the pass. Druid rolled to a stop a dozen yards away, ears pricking at the low croon.

You are near to Rivenwood, she broke the silence, rolling a whitened shoulder at the territory to her rear. What brings you here?