Barrow Fields While we walk the pilgrim pathway

rivenwood. there was an immutable quality to that name -- and it drew her attention.

she glanced to boris, who remained silent under the tree. when asked of her name, sobeille tightened her claws around the fish and answered:

trust like dat is not freely given.

he would have to earn her name. sobeille was on her own terms now, an adventurer -- and she set whatever pace and narrative she wanted. she could reinvent herself totally, and strangers would never know better.

who you be lookin' for?