Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20191018052028/@comment-35042251-20191018195616

Wind Weaver, for some random reason, had stumbled across this town and was staring at the Stymphalian bird with a mixture of confusion and alarm. She stood a safe distance away, debating whether to intervene or not. If I step in, that might result in a fight-and that is the last thing I need. She thought, shifting anxiously as she gazed over at the town.