Firestone Hot Springs Cause you gotta guilty, filthy soul

He kept a wayward glance on the new companion, watching as she too had taken a more comfortable seat than to stand there. What is normally a mistake, he had let slip. Contrary to many meetings, he was indeed, enjoying himself for the time being. The more she spoke, the more he engaged in their conversation. She knew more about these lands than he did, and so he would listen carefully and log away any names and possible important key information in his mind for later use.

Silence followed her explanation while he digested what was said. I see. A pack of religious bafoons. Being one to mock those of religious beliefs, he couldn't take this Blackfeather pack all too seriously despite her tone and words. Is a life of solitude not one you take pleasure in? From your story, you are hardly a nobody. If you were to return, I'm certain they won't treat you like one. A fallen soldier perhaps. Similar to a religious story he had heard of so many times before. The fallen soldiers of a same heaven, the losers cast out.