Larksong Grotto Missions

Tagging @Skeet, @Jhala, or @Aspen (Or all)? Might be good for these guys to meet.

Zaavier mumbled to himself once again as he strolled along the barren landscape. Before, the Grotto may have been a beautiful place with lush forests that bore bright green leaves and life all around and a dazzling lake surrounded by beds of moss and thick grass. But now, the place was a sad, sad, valley squeezed in between sad, sad, mountains. Everything was... well... brown. Dead. 

Zaavier hated the locusts for ruining his home and he hated himself for not being ready for it. But how could he have been? There was no way of knowing when or even if the swarm was coming. however, Zaavier ignored the simple logic and blamed himself. He blamed himself for his parents hating him. He blamed himself for his cousin's death. He even blamed himself for the god damned bear that had to cross their path that day! He grumbled again as he continued on.

He had to busy himself with something... He couldn't gather herbs, hunting was useless at the moment, so why not continue on his search to find (or make) a suitable den. Besides, he had nothing better to do. So, thats what the man did. He turned himself right sround and walked back into the forest of brown trunks and branches.