Flag of Blue

It seemed the woman was willing to look for what he was after, and Paladin smiled lightly, padding along the narrow trail, brush and reeds on either side. Pity it was so late in the season. All the cattails would have been perfect for lining the alcoves, and perhaps to try stuffing between two layers of some of the fabrics Aurielle’s trunk held. That was certainly one of the best finds of the century.

Karine introduced herself in response to his remark, and, in kind, he smiled, black tear-marked features benign as he said, “I’m Paladin Ancora, Incandescent Valor of Valhalla, the pack north of here.”

He paused, examining a winter shriveled plant before moving on. “This place is far more pleasant in the warmer seasons. Though, quite noisy. Migratory birds like it here.”