Silvertip Mountain and there's a million things i haven't done

And then Phocion was upon him, spilling apologies— but, for what? Cortland could only blink, confused. He searched his memory for something, anything, but he was met with a sharp pain through his skull. Wincing, he tried again to speak. W—whaa... It faded off into a whine of frustration and alarm. Why couldn't he speak? He lifted his head, then, ignoring the intense pain. It was perhaps the worst he had ever experienced, but his panic was becoming greater.