The Ticking of the Clock

She replied with a simple no, staring right at him. He rested the urge to shiver and instead turned his head to finish what he was doing. Chrys trusted Bolla to keep an eye out for him and warn him should this woman for some reason attack him. Chrysanthos rotated his head, ivory fangs digging into the stalk of the plant until he rendered it free from the soil. He then shifted this head to gather a few more bunches. Satisfied he put them in his back then lifted his head as she spoke again.

"Ah, yes. I am a healer of Olympia. My name is Chrysanthos Beafort. What is yours?"

Bolla scampered onto his back, sitting atop the pack, her own yellow eyes gazing curiously at the woman. "What are you looking for? I would of course be happy to accompany you." Though he wasn't sure he liked the sound of running into a witch or a cannibal. He was a medic and scientist, not a knight or noble paladin.