Herbalists' Cache it was his last day on the force

It was like hearing his name breathed life into him. He tested the waters of the stranger by moving forward another few tentative steps. The look on his face was cautious. He knew them and yet the name felt heavy on his tongue and seemed to crawl into the back of his throat. He did not speak, not until a concerned question fell from their lips.

I don't know. He answered honestly, his voice hoarse and devoid of the mellow deepness it once carried. I wish I knew. The shaggy male mused aloud as his gaze roamed over the gold-kissed male. There were memories soaked into that lean frame and the name of the male seemed to creep up his throat before it breathlessly escaped him.

Alarian.