[It's within the foreboding sameness of the woods while Muriel is foraging that a shadow passes overhead, a few moments before a large winged figure comes down from the trees, landing beside Muriel. He's very aquiline, with taloned hands and a coat built to accommodate those wings, and there's a small collection of dead geese tied to his belt. Someone's been hunting.]

(ooc: as an aside, due to Cerrit's particularly high perception and intelligence, I'm going to assume at least some partial resistance to Muriel's forgetting thing.)