Felltree Marsh Aholehole

She gestured northward with her carmine snout, going still when he invited her to accompany him briefly. Masque’s lips parted after a brief deliberation, only to come back together again when he gently pressed the invitation. She drew a breath in through her nose, ribs visibly expanding before she let it out slowly.

I’d better not, she said, but north is that way. Masquerade gestured again, pausing before adding, Safe travels, Swordfish.