Deepwood Weald i love to watch the castles burn, these golden ashes turn to dirt

She remembers Rosalyn (who had seemed so nice) and allows a frown.  As long as they don't suck up a bunch of valuable resources and then ghost us like the morning after a one-night stand, you know, I'd say we're probably pretty friendly.  She didn't know, though — in practice she'd never seen it.  I dunno though.  Maybe I'll just come get lost again.

Occasionally he disappears in the deep greenery although they walk close in tandem and she lapses into silence, his words rattle around in her head as she waits for him to come back into view.  I'm glad I don't have to worry about it, is all she would seem willing to say, and she wonders if he's had to deal with that.  

Anyone else staying out here with you?