Whitefish River Wheat kings and pretty things

Ah, already there was a little shift. She asked about what had happened, figuring it was the wounds that held her attention long enough to ask. Frankly, he had forgotten about them long ago. Ah. he paused, turning to face her again but not fully, just enough so to talk and explain. Inna and I explored the cave, the guano blinded her nose so we got ambushed by a lynx. He was quite casual about it all.

I think I chased it out, I told Evergreen and hopefully, someone with a functioning nose went to double-check for me. He hasn't heard anything about it, perhaps there was nothing dangerous left in that cave - or they were too worried of letting him know should he get himself in the same position as he was before.