"Fishing. Heh, good luck with that in these parts, unless you've got wings and talons." She says, scoffing probably too loud. "Glyphing, huh? That's interesting. I've heard of it, a good skill. Not uh, dissimilar to my own trade."
She scratches her head again, maybe she got a bite of some sort. Oh yes, she things, a bite. In it mountains. "You don't know what malediction is? Really? Me and uh, my... daad.. We used to travel a lot, doing it for people for money. It was fine. He was a good man. He's dead now."
After a second of silence, she coughs again into her arm, "Well, basically, you give me some bones, and you tell me about the... person. Or pet. Then I basically carve their life story into the bones. Then they do uh, pertinent stuff. Like um. A veteran warrior's bones, I could tell a story about a battle in which they uh, took a bunch of damaging blows. Then maybe the bone will make you feel less pain. Or it could make you harder to hurt. Or I guess it could also give you chronic pain when you wore it. It all depends on the uh, circumstances."
"I've been practicing on animals, mostly goats. Goats are simple, easy to talk about. I once made a rib bracelet that made you 'baa' uncontrollably. Good fun, but uh... Not exactly... Sellable..." She turns away, staring off into the distance, perhaps lost in thought, or embarrassed. "The mountains sure are... uh..." She starts, trialing off, apparently not seeing it necessary to say exactly what the mountains sure were.