Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190824035223/@comment-33229352-20190827023622

"So Willa, what has the village been up to since I was here last?" Gevar said in an abrupt switch of topic.

The woman tapped her cup with her fingers, trying to think. "Well, nothing new, really. Most of our time is spent preparing for the winter and making sure we have enough to trade with the caravan--"

Gevar almost dropped her mug. "Caravan? From where? Since when?" she asked rigidly. Her whole body was tense. "When do they come through?"

Willa looked at her strangely, further befuddled by the Stymphalian bird's actions. "They come from a neighboring village from the base of the mountain... they come up every month or so on their way to other villages. They're the ones who take our wool surplus. Why--"

"I have to go," Gevar cut in, standing up forcefully.

"Go? But you just got here."

"I have to go!" The fire in the hearth flared dramatically, sending a burst of hot air into the room. Gevar turned and sped out of the house.

Shocked into silence, Willa looked at Hitan, concern clouding her features.