You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

Diplomacy was a subtle process or lines were drawn relatively quickly and positions declared. One couldn’t understand unless they offered a dialogue to the opposing side, even if confrontational. Ruth nodded, “A wise choice,” agreeing with the chosen course.

Shuffling to a more comfortable spot, Ruth again reached back into his layers chuckling at the travellers words. “Ha, not quite. We’ll sit across from one another, hold hands in a magic circle, then you’ll close your eyes and hopefully, I’ll be able to guide you inwards so you can connect on a mental level.” Producing a strip of jerky, Ruth offered it out to Cheese, brows lifting high. “This is our deal you don’t bite me, okay?”

Once sure the hound was suitably distracted he retrieved his flask from Grim with a nod. Watching the man attempt to settle pulled another chuckle, quickly sketching out the ward to begin with one hand while the other took grip around his wrist. “Alright, deep breath, slow… measured exhale… and just let everything settle. Let the sound of your breath, of the air around, of your heartbeat fill your mind and then fall quietly away…”