Redsand Canyon oeuf.

He had given her some things to think about; but she was glad to be given a chance to leave, and did so promptly. It was nerve-wracking to finally turn from his gaze and she felt as if it followed her, burning down her spine, while her ears were turned to listen for any movement from him. Stryx did not trust the general population despite her willingness to support those in need; oddly, one might suspect she trusted the Saints less and less with each visit, but this was not the case. The man had shown her little reason to change her opinion and so her wariness remained high. She would return to her hiking, her wandering — and consider what sorts of benefit a life stuck in one space might provide for her, vows or no vows. Perhaps she would return this way again.