Honeyed Pasture Chasing the wind

Zoratto flopped to the ground, quickly catching his breath but still feeling the burn in his muscles. All this talk of mountains unnerved him, and Alastor didn't even know why. It was time for the Greek to learn about it anyway; it would help him in the future.

Dead things live on mountains. Spir...spirits? Dead wolves, Rhoa. Not good to normal Dotharan, only like Khals vur Dosh Khaleen. His words faltered, the Dotharan tongue came back to him, thick and familiar as he thought of the dead spirits, unfriendly spirits. He did not know the right way to placate them; the Khals learned, the Khaleen learned. Not normal warriors like him.