Barrow Fields Dear hero imprisoned

For @Mahler

Rysk had been traveling for a while now. He had stayed close to the coast. After all, he didn't like the mountains, it reminded him too much of home. He let out a scoff. I guess a bastard son doesn't deserve a home, he thought bitterly. He tried to shake off these unpleasant thoughts. He wouldn't let the past trouble him too much anymore. If he ever saw his brother again, he would deal with him then. And with 'deal' he meant 'beat him to the stars and back'. 

The scent of a pack drew nearer, but Rysk made sure that he didn't cross any borders. He wasn't ready to lose a limb or an eye yet, which would probably also happen when he opened his mouth to anyone. So he just wandered around, silently hoping that his presence would piss someone off and then he could have some fun.