Neverwinter Forest Get busy living, or get busy dying

A frown etched his face. It didn't surprise him there was no way to help, but Malachi still felt disgruntled he couldn't offer at least some assistance. But she distracted him with the shift in conversation, and he bent down so he could see her more clearly.

"I'm just exploring." He was growing more accustomed to the titles of this land, but outrider was one he hadn't heard before. Though he could determine the gist of the position, he didn't know the details of what they did. Their focus must have been outside the territory, like the Scouts of the Vale, judging both by the girl's distance from the Caldera and the way she paired him with the title by his presence here. "You're an outrider, though? What kind of things do you do?"