echoes

Word had reached The Huntress that a particular Rivani merchant from Kont-aar had been granted permission to sell for a bit in Arlathan's market. He carried a particular tea blend that The Huntress had been missing of late. She'd only ever had it in Qunandar and, despite ill thoughts, it was a comfort she missed.

She'd met this particular merchant once before on his last venture here, he was a friendly man. An older vashoth that she'd learned had been born and raised in Rivain, but still knew some of the culture. And the fact, alone, that he'd gotten a hold of this tea blend seemed to be miracle work. As far as The Huntress was aware, the necessary herbs weren't available outside of Par Vollen.

Jaraas, she greeted with a surprisingly warm tone. He offered a smile and greeted her in return. Do you truly have the tea? she asked, almost nervous the word she'd gotten was wrong. But, thankfully, he assured her he had it.

How much do I owe you? she asked, unsure if he'd want coin or something else. To her surprise, he was starting to wave her off. The Huntress shook her head. No, I must.

The man sighed. "Very well, perhaps we can call it even if you do me a favor," he conceded to her. "I was separated from my Asaara on the way here. Find her for me and we'll be even."

Agreeing to his terms, The Huntress stepped away and looked around in thought. Hands on her hips, she pondered her options as to where a stray osprey could be found.