Skye heard Shawchert's call from Thornbury - latching on her belt and dagger, she began to walk towards the familiar sound of the man calling out. He had helped her a lot in the way of joiners, lately - it made for a slower joining process than if she had gotten them, but she knew that lately she was scarcer in the packlands than usual. Different ideas floated in her head for the pack, making it better, making it more interesting - between finding trades to last them through the impending seasons and working harder than ever, she had been scarcely seen.
Today, however, she was near - she neared the voices that she heard from far away, her keen ears picking up words - whoever the newcomer was, she seemed to be a carver - she didn't quite know what Shawchert was talking about with different woods, but she was happy when the newcomer responded in kind. Another crafter was always welcome.
She pushed through the bushes and smiled at the tall man, nodding in his direction - then she turned to the newcomer, who was female. She smiled. "Hello," she said. "I am Skye Collins, Capitana of Cercatori d'Arte. I overhead you speaking about different crafts - are you looking to join Cercatori d'Arte?"
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