Barrow Fields Nursing the wounds of yesterday.

the stranger spoke of an attacker. the ghost wondered if it had been someone from easthollow who had sought to spill blood on the coast for the crimes that had been committed on their claim. he wondered if they had ventured toward rusalka and the wolves who were there. before his heart rate could climb any further, illidan forced himself to remain present in the conversation he was having with the unknown male.
 
“i know these lands better than most. i was a scout for my pack,” the wildling remarked to answer the other man’s query. “i know only a little of herbs, though.” most of what he had learned about the healing properties of plants had come from cadeau. his heart sunk at the realization that he had left her behind. she would probably be furious with him.