Bramblepoint Back beat, the word was on the street that the fire in your heart is out

did i try to stop? no. no i did not

Flaris found it easier to leave Donnelaith when he had stopped seeking validation for doing so. It seemed silly to confine himself there simply because he hadn't a reason to do otherwise. He had no great interest in the territories surrounding his home, but that didn't mean he needn't explore them anyway. Deciding not to travel towards his usual haunt, near the women of Malkaria, he instead chose to  head inland, further south from the coast than he had gone before.

As he was most comfortable with, he found himself within an aromatic orchard, reminding him deeply of Bergamont— a place whose own name had come from the misspelling of a fruit— and he knew he might find something good here. The scent of swine grew steadily as he moved, and inadvertently he crossed the trail of a wolf (Sriracha), who he followed with mild interest. The searching wolf came into view ahead, and Flaris made a noise to attract him, eager to place himself in a hunt that might now include three; noticing another, more shadowy figure, moving along a path similar to them in the near distance.