Blackfeather Woods you're lying with your gold chain on, cigar hanging from your lips

She was silent as the air around him and it was only her scent that alerted Kalganov to her presence. His acid gaze turned to spot her marking a tree. Relmyna. He greeted softly with a dip of his head. Kalganov had nothing but respect for the dark-pointed woman. They may not have been close and he may not have known much but it was by her allowing that he was here. That alone allowed him to feel respect towards her.

How are you fairing? He asked with a genuine tone. Kalganov was not one to entertain small talk.