materials to add to my wrists

Artisan had made his way south yet again after the raid, too disappointed with the lost prospect of lava-rocks to add to his beading, and still a tad ashamed for losing his fight so quickly after the battle had started. It should have made him feel better that his brother didn't have a single win either, but the man was blubbering drunk the entire time and frankly, hadn't been able to do anything right in seasons anyways.

He crossed the corridor between the newly expanded packs with caution, staying firmly between the borders of the Hallows and Fenmyre and praying no wolf came to bother him on his adventure. The Aegis had turned a bit friendlier by the end of his stay, but the Aracari man was still a bit bitter at being held captive at all. In a jail, no less. Making it through to the southern end of Auster without incident, he saw a plain stretching out in the distance - and in the middle of that plain, something tall and peculiar, reflective, and unmistakably cool enough that he needed to investigate.

"Speech"