Feiyn Bloodfang casually hefts a burlap bag from the back of her wolf mount and hands it over to Tevruden. It’s stained red in some places and smells… well, not so great. “Feiyn brought ya some gifts, Tev.”
[Feiyn Bloodfang]: Ah well, it wasn’t dat bad. Although Feiyn prefer not ta get hit wit’ more lightnin’ and bears.
[Seilaran Lightsunder]: Ah, heads? Or hearts? Or both?
Tevruden Dawnspear looks in the bag and then ties it to is deathcharger, smiling “Thank you, Feiyn.”