The Sunspire the world is ours

LIke always Jace was ghosting the mountain range intent upon claiming it when they could. He smell was by no means strong here, but it was still there apparent that he inhabited the area even if it were for himself and his friends. He was becoming bitter and a bit distant with the world and found he did not wish to even look towards the creek dwelling certain that they all hated his name and thought of him in the most terrible of ways. He found a dark presence of hatred had taken up residence in his heart and it was directed mostly towards the red furred female that had banished him when he had done no wrong. He still held his impeccable manners and his friendly nature, but he was also not easily swayed as he had once been.

Today like the loners a few days prior he came upon another and spoke to him Hello there. What brings you to the sunspire? Though he had no claim he hoped too and he wanted to get to know those who traversed among it's plains and copses.