Old Souls

Drífa had worked her way south. Autumn was frigid up north and in some ways winter had already begun there. She was used to working with what she could find in the north but she saw no reason to turn her nose up at opportunity. She'd worked her way east seeking to gather a few herbs there that she could take back with her to the north. It was also nice to travel a bit to get her mind off of her homelessness. If she were lucky she'd pick up some sign of former Fyri members but ultimately she doubted it. She really needed to just let it go and start a new. As she travelled she spied a young man with a russet coat who almost seemed to blend in with the landscape. "Good evening. How are you young man?"