Boartusk Heights ours is to smile at your passing, friend

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Somehow, someway, the boy had been talked into accompanying his brother for a scouting trip. @Tegan was a little rough around the edges but what he was lacking in bulk he made up for in...charm ^{[citation needed]}. Not that Lucca was all that hard to convince, really, but any sort of physical exertion required of him meant a little bit of extra effort was needed. The promise of help with chasing down the Plateau's grouse later on gave him the push he needed and, with that, the two Blackthorns were off, heading eastwards towards the great, towering mountains beyond.

Dusk was beginning to set in as they reached the outskirts of the Hinterlands and, where he could, Lucca rolled back onto his haunches to catch his breath. How did his brother do this scouting thing? His lungs hurt, his feet hurt, and all they had found was this dull, dreary mountain. He scaled it alongside his leaner sibling, though quickly lagged behind while hiding his laboured breathing by pretending to be completely intrigued by the sparse greenery that grew here. Lifting his head from an admittedly uninteresting patch of grass springing up from a rock, Lucca sighed at the path that led higher up the mountain. Did it ever end?

Slowly, he made his way up, up, until reached the top, letting out an exhausted, "Tegannn...where the heck did yo—" But his complaint was stopped short as, instead of his brother, he saw a man standing before the view over their homeland; a dark spidery form that caused a shiver to race down his spine. A pit of dread formed in his stomach as fear suddenly rooted him in place. He had seen this man before.