Sawtooth Spire maunon

so im gonna sit heda out till the end prob, just caracal and mahler now for a bit unless he addresses her!:D

"oh, he's just like — this old guy, or whatever. i knew him a while ago." she was both grateful and hateful when mahler appeared over the round horizon, carrying a bundle of something. 
the man made his own introductions. heda stepped away to the left as she tried not to bristle. "i'll be right here," she said with a quick, humorless look to caracal, and an angered stare flicked over mahler.
heda turned her back, staring at the feral river and its foaming waves.