Tegwaret laughed. "She was old. Too old. And crazy. She was a healer that perhaps spent a little too long on necromancy. It went to her brain, I think...I don't know the full story. Maybe she had been a great healer at one time, but age and dabbling too much in corpses and sequestering herself from any form of society...it took it's toll. My mother blames that for the scar, but we were desperate."
As they continued, the noon sun beating down, Tegwaret's cloak became a little too humid, forcing him to pull it off his back and roll it up into his back pack. "If you need to stop at any point to eat or rest, just let me know. I think I could walk all day without heed if you let me." He blinked up a smile to Leland, "Good company does make for fast travel, of course."