Golden Glade taking your time

A lot had changed. He'd tried to block it out, but there was no use. Everything was different here.

Well. Almost. He could take his solace in Tambourine's company, but he couldn't tell if he truly wanted to be here either. They were both wounded by the Keep's fall. The move, the claiming the Glade, and the bitter cruel winter were good enough distractions. Or.. just more to be worried about.

Silas sat quietly between the bare trees. The forest was foreign to him still. He'd only hunted a few small trinkets because he was too tired. He contemplated his state, and what he would be here..