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The Wardwood wasn't just known for being very confusing and home to a tree covered in deer-producing totems. Besides the many animals that lived there, it held a wealth of useful flora. It took experience, and a keen eye, to tell the difference between a poisonous mushroom and a mushroom that was said to enhance a Hedge Witch's divination abilities -- and luckily, Theron had both. He was making a special trip today, to gather herbs and flowers for an herbalist who lived a good distance away.

He wouldn't have taken the job, but he owed the requester a favor, and he disliked that. Better to get it done with now, lest the old woman find a less pleasant task for him in the future. Once he'd stocked up on all the plants this herbalist required, he'd make the trip directly to the man's house, following the loose directions he'd been given. Stormstruck was a good instinctual navigator, and she seemed sure whenever she nudged him more this way or that. He arrived at Eaton's home in late afternoon, as the sun was approaching the horizon, with his pack full of fragrant-smelling plants. He knocked firmly and sharply, then took a few steps back to wait, with Stormstruck standing at attention at his side.

Stormstruck brightened immediately when another Guardian opened the door, promptly pushing past her Chosen to investigate the buck, though she never touched him. Curiosity filtered through the bond, a feeling Theron echoed, if with much more caution.

"Afternoon." Theron dipped his head respectfully, then stepped inside. Being called 'sir' was a first, and it made him blink in confusion. "You can just call me Theron. This is Stormstruck -- don't touch her, she bites." The doe huffed, shoving her nose into the small of his back when neither Orpheus nor Eaton could see her do it, then daintily stepped inside.

Theron had never been comfortable indoors. Even large rooms made him feel trapped; it was difficult to aim a bow, or swing a sword. He much preferred the twisting trunks and branches of the Wardwood. But, even as isolated as he was, he knew a little something about politeness, and he wasn't looking to be rude. "You must be Eaton."