Morningside Cuesta I Know Him

He trotted slowly towards the heart of the Wilds, unsure if he wanted to leave the familiar comfort of the plains and head into the mountains. He had no idea what packs lay in the Wilds now; they had obviously changed since he had last been here.

The Dotharan paused at the call of a half-familiar name. He turned, glaring in the direction of the voice accusingly, his eyes squinting at the gray and blue-eyed sight. Si jinthil wux. I remember you, maegi. His voice was still deep and heavily accented, this land's tongue unpracticed for nearly a year.