Ghost Lion Crag The blood is the life... and it shall be mine.

I am sure that I can find my way, though your prophecy has renewed my efforts, While he would not admit it, he did have a few moments of lost hope. The land here was foreign, hostile, and close to winter. He was too old to wander and explore like he had a few years ago. But this was a different purpose, a different cause. It was not only a job, but a duty to find his sister. And he would; the small seer told him so. He smiled at her and nodded. I shall go back to my path, and you to yours. I thank you, my dear, With that, he moved along, leaving the little seer to continue on her own thread, briefly rejuvenated by her words.