How It Always Goes

Winding her way through the twisting caverns and passageways Rœkia kept her eyes peeled for some Salvia.  Spring was optimal time for herb hunting and she had stores that were in desperate need of building up.  She'd been lazy, focusing most of her energy just on exploring.  Now was time to get serious.  Wolf landed on her shoulders.  The magpie was only of so much use in the caverns and he'd been flying for so long that Rœkia chose to keep silent rather than poke fun at him.  The bird lightly nipped at her ears and sighed.  "Are you sure there's Salvia here Rœkia?"   The woman nodded. "I'm sure there is… well… relatively sure.  Give me one more hour and if we haven't found any we'll call it a day."

"Speech"