Hushed Willows tangled hills and tiny verio singing

He did not answer immediately, instead raising his head as though he could truly gauge how much time had passed. The reality of such was that he hung on a previous statement, wondering if his children would appreciate all they had. He had nothing that would discredit such a thing, but rather the thought of whether or not they would hold an inkling of resentment for all they had gone through already lingered. He was projecting and caught on soon enough; the question discarded itself for another time.

"Quite a while," came his answer, with little thought. Long enough, he deigned to think. She had been either following in his wake or was steady at his side for some time. Well over a year of seasons, perhaps more. Long enough that he had long lost track of the days and the plethora therein of adventures, separations, and the like. But he did not elaborate on the length or stories behind it.

"How long have you resided here?" For the way Stark carried himself, Mordecai wagered that he was higher up on the chain of command. Perhaps he had come to the region with Warbone originally, or perhaps he had been recruited to claim grounds. Still, it was an interesting point he sought to investigate, if nothing else than for his own benefit.