Kals had been back to the Rain Wilds again, managing family affairs and business as he must, but in this instance he'd had an ulterior motive to the trip. He'd needed to speak with his parents in regards marriage and corn cakes.
He'd been gone several days longer than he'd anticipated, but he was back now. The trader was near that strange, black obelisk of stone hidden the woods that he and his sister could use to travel back to the land of their birth and just beginning the long trek through the woods of Myrken back to the Dagger. He walked as if tired, his shoulders slightly drooped and his strides not as long as they often were, but his spirits were still high.
There was no way for him to know if Kacela would be about this part of the forest just now, but he made every effort to be obvious in case she was. He needed to speak to her. Thus he'd worn bright reds and oranges that would pierce through the cover of the surrounding foliage for his robe and veil. The trader also made it a point to stomp on any poor twig he noticed on the ground and whistle occasionally. And if that proved insufficient he'd even begin reaching out with his skill for her.