The Twyre Was blooming. A relatively chaotic time in the Steppe. But not for the Haruspex. He let the overwhelming scent of twyre stung his nose as he picked the blooming herb from the ground. He needed to restock certain minerals, after all. His two adopted children, Sticky and Murky, were left to their own devices momentarily. The Approaching image of a traveler pulled Artemy out of his thoughts, though. "Hello there, Are you new in this town? I haven't seen you before"