[Quiet Man Cometh]

Dara had left the group to their dealings with the locals. Doubtful that any of them had noticed her, though if they had, none had deemed her worth following. If the isle had any natural produce worth scavenging, she'd find it -- she liked to have her own stores, even if the locals *did* prove accommodating, which was seeming less likely by the minute.

She followed a less densely-vegetated path down toward the seaside, pausing to examine the various bushes and shrubs as she passed, gathering those berries and roots she knew were safe. As she came down to the shore, something caught her eye, a shape drifting limply against the shore, carried by the tide.

A seal? she wondered. No... something else.

(Rebuilt by Sheol. Yay!)