Dragoncrest Cliffs It's the last song I'll ever write for you

It was clear that Wildfire didn't want Bobby to press any further, so he didn't. Instead, he followed her invitation to change the subject with an awkwardly loud cough and a searching swivel of his ear. What had he been up to? You mean, aside from the early-mid-life-crisis and sudden onslaught of meaninglessness? Well, shoot, that just about rules everything out!

When all else failed, Bobby knew that he could resort to the ever safe topic of recent hunts and catches. I've been practicing my tracking, he said, looking for some sign of approval on his mother's face, and trying to build some merc skills. I've had some spars here and there.