Upon The Ledge

Nahreida embraced Eriar and Cade, feeling herself finally relax for the first time in, well a few weeks really. Not that the spying she did for the rebellion was particularly stressful, she mostly just listened whenever she had occasion to tattoo a crow. Most were low level and didn’t know much, but she had had the occasion to help an old friend and in the process gain the trust of a Talon. At least, she felt it had been left on relatively trusting terms, she’d certainly proven herself more than capable.

Fruitful I’d say, more or less. Though I’m glad to be home. How have things been here? Nahreida reached into a shadow and pulled out her travelling pack and set it down on an empty chair for the moment. Oh I picked up some more spices for you! Supposedly a couple are from the north, but since trade there has been cut off for awhile now, I don’t know how true that is. She said to Eriar with a shrug and a grin.