Raven's Watch Tendencies

Warbone visited the spot where he had first met Octavia. At first he had not meant to descend this way, but irrevocably he had come anyway. Their scents had long faded from this place; their time here nothing now but gale-blown dust; but he looked into the water and remembered another life. Too long ago now, he thought. There was a strong despondency weighing on his countenance that he noticed, made more pronounced by the broad disfigurement of his face. He was glad only to see that his pride had not left him, even if it seemed blackened on the edges by an ever looming holy fire, seeking repentance for sins as deep and as dark as the places under the sea.

He pulled away from the water's edge, and began to travel in muted daylight towards the Ravine. A drizzle started, though he ignored the graying weather in hopes of seeing what else had changed around the area in his absence.