"People are strange sometimes, especially when the world is harsh to them. Who knows what tragedies that old Hag lived through. Like Estroir, regardless of how I think this whole bounty is ludicrous, I can't imagine what sort of grief he's going through." Tegwaret shrugged, looking forward as the trees got thicker. "I can say that having a scar like that can be intimidating to others. People could take one look at me and think that I'm not one to be reckoned with. But then...I'd have to take off my jerkin for that to happen."
As the broached the woods, Tegwaret's paced slowed a little. "The woods could be filled with anything. I mean, I didn't see any rogues or the like, but nature will defend itself if it feels in danger. No amount of seeing could prepare for that. Just keep your eyes up in the trees."