Barrow Fields i'm still alive

She advanced upon his request, and tore away a haunch of meat from the middleweight hare. Then, prompted by his words, seemed to mull over what to ask of him — and settled on something that was difficult to answer. He should've expected as much. Still, Pendragon had to answer, he had given his word.

A faraway place, he said vaguely, only to elucidate a moment later while the hare's blood soaked in to the soil. My home is upon a distant island, but I know not where that island is. I call it the Vale — it has many names though — and I have a feeling I will never see it again. His breath hitched in his throat as he explained this final thing, this lack, and Pendragon tried to hide the sudden wave of sorrow as it encroached upon him by ducking towards the hare's remains, and pulling it close with his snout.