Tis firm! ‘Tis firm as stone!

Whoever he was, he had a nice voice. And that, sadly, was about all the observation Haezel had in the moment. She supposed he sounded happy and harmless but committing that to fact seemed a bit of a stretch considering just how little information had gone into it. At any rate, she wasn't concerned. He lacked the accent that would have marked him as a rival come to kill her and gobble up her soul which meant that no matter his intentions, he couldn't threaten the things of hers that truly mattered. For that reason Haezel was content to take him at his word. If he was going to present a carefree persona why waste time doubting the truthfulness of it?

"That is all well and good," she observed, "But what if I don't?" Haezel's expression was serious as she lapsed into silence. Her face was still pointed roughly in Artisan's direction but her eyes missed the mark by a wide margin. If they weren't so noticeably unfocused in that moment it would have been easy to mistake them for looking over his shoulder. After a moment Haezel smiled softly to indicate she was teasing. Of course she came in peace. Look at her. All tiny and blind. How could she be anything other than peaceful?

"Flowers? No, no, no." She said with a dismissive, motherly wave of her paw. "Do you believe in destiny, stranger?" She got to her paws. "I ask because it sounds like we are looking for similar things. If you'll help me navigate these woods and find what I'm looking for I can promise you the most intense high you've ever had." And she meant it too. Altered states of mind were part and parcel for spellcasting so she knew a thing or two. She could make good on her promise with ease. "And it will not come from flowers."