Valdis picked her scabbard up off a rock, reattaching the blade to her left hip, not looking over at the man who greeted her until she had finished.

"Passing through."

The sentry had little use for her until things were back in order, and who knew how long that would take. The devastation would take months to clean up. She pulled the leather strap holding her hair back, letting it fall loose so she could braid it.

"Many of the Dreamfolk are wandering, trying to offer their talents to where they might be most helpful."

Though hers didn't seem to be in this particular case.

"You are?"