Fairspell Meadow the twice-invoked

the drifter came closer yet spoke nothing. his body language was clear by the light sway of his tail and perk of his ears.

qiao liked silence in a man. it spoke of an innermost determination, one she saw glinting in leshen's eyes. her gaze afforded a brief flash of approval before she looked to the darkening treeline behind leshen.

i am looking for owl pellets. her head bowed, the greenbriar torc slipping from a thin neck. from its deerskin pouch qiao proferred a dried turkey leg. its meat was lean yet spiced by foreign scents. you will be given a piece of meat for every two you find. find me six, and i will bring you a fat hare.