Silvertip Mountain The panic of your dreams keeps you awake

"Asmundr." He said the word aloud, rolling it over his tongue and probably butchering the pronunciation. He then went on to answer her question. "Oh, I came from the mountains down south. My mother died when I was young, so I've been alone for most of my life."

Phocion said all this so matter-of-factly that he wondered shortly whether he was starting to really get over it all. It felt more an old scar than a gaping wound now; it had been knotted over by years of laughing off his misfortunes or avoiding the subject entirely.

"Do you like it here at Silvertip? Getting on with everyone well?" He sure hoped she had gotten off on a better foot with the others than he had. Surely she would have--this female was sweet, with a kind mouth, not a sarcastic upstart like himself.