Broken Antler Fen the way the moon's blood is the sea

Sebastian nodded firmly when he spoke. The male was trying to keep his emotions at bay. He was glad Mato wanted to stay in contact. Perhaps it wasn't his fault then. Sebastian hoped he had been a good father to Mato. He thought he had given him freedom enough to explore who he was. But perhaps that was not the way. It seemed Mato wanted, even more, freedom now. If he was going to take that away now the boy would surely run off, only making their relationship worse.

"Please do. It would be of great comfort to me and your mother," he admitted. What he didn't know was that Broken Antler wouldn't exist in the near future. "And if you run into any trouble, and are unable to return to Broken Antler, you can go to Moonspear or Redhawk Caldera. We have good ties with them. They would help you." He wondered if his son would go to them for help. Alas, if perhaps this information could help him out Sebastian was glad he told him.

"I will walk with you. Please take the food you need to make your trip," he added. He stepped closer and nudged him. It was so tough saying goodbye. "You will be missed. Please don't forget us. You are always welcome," he repeated again. He didn't want Mato to think that he wasn't welcome anymore.