There's A Wicked Wind Still Blowing

Jynn agreed about wanting to be a healer, and she also said that she'd been to every land in Boreas and Auster. An impressive claim if it were true. Avantika could believe it. The woman had no pack and seemingly no reason not to keep wandering all over the continent. She wondered what that life was like. It wasn't one that she'd choose, but she could understand the draws of it. She was a curious sort of wolf herself, even though she'd never dream of leaving her home. Without the Hallows, would she be a lone adventurer like Jynn?

Something itched the inside of Avantika's ear. She raised one paw to scratch, but it stayed stuck. Ugh. She kept scratching, her mind falling into the single goal of getting the crystal out. Finally, it fell out, and she became aware of the pain of her scratching. She rubbed her paw over the notch she'd scratched out of her ear for a moment, before her vision blurred, leaving her alone in the mist.

Avantika stared at the firefly guy, and all her anger at him twisted into fear. She couldn't fight him, even though she did want to. She couldn't win. She couldn't even compete. She couldn't look away from his eyes as they twitched--it felt like her soul was being pulled out from her body through the connection. She finally managed to tear her eyes away and stared at the items on the table, trying to regain her own mind. She'd hate herself for her cowardice later.

There were two identical pouches and a pass. She had enough crystals to buy any of the three items, and the pass drew her eyes. She caught her breath and spoke up, "The pass, please," while handing two crystals over.

"Speech"