Walk in the Woods

Sanctuary. That was certainly...a name with weight. Sorrel perked up at the sound of it. Let go of her herb bag and fixed Adam with a sincere smile, before turning it into something more deliberately charming to match the grin he was aiming at her. “Ah, yes. It was a bit of a shock. You turned up in a bar?” She considered him; he looked like the type who might frequent a tavern or public house, and she wondered if maybe previous inclination affected where you appeared here. No matter, maybe this meant she was closer to civilisation than she thought - and civilisation meant a place to set up shop. Seek shelter. Make connections… Other than the one already sat in front of her, of course. A connection who could possibly show her to the town, if he wasn’t as shifty as his dress and demeanour made him seem. “Could you point me in the direction of Sanctuary? I’d rather not have to camp out here for the night.” She asked, taking care to sound like she might actually be important enough for it to benefit him. Sorrel Carried away by the truculence of my world, I got lost in the search for enlightenment, The blue rain covered my roots, And I forget where I came from.