you looked at death in a tarot card

Archon listened patiently to the woman's explanation of who she and her companion were. Her voice was thick with an accent not of these lands. She offered a trade agreement between her group and Abaven, asking for Sparrow by name. Archon nodded his head in understanding.

"Sparrow is still here, we have only had a slight... shift in the leadership. She is still free to negotiate with you, however, if you like."

Archon let out a call for the small wolf. Perhaps giving her something else to do in the pack would lighten her spirits anyway. Otherwise, Abaven was apt to go stagnant any season now.