Northstar Vale the patron saint of disconnection

@Siqsa

He had departed from the Northeastern part of Teekon Wilds with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. His mind had never resettled after the incident with the skull. Granted he had somehow stayed sober. Maybe it was because of all the new snow or maybe it was because he fretted that herbs might bring back the image of the skull.

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought, his small thin frame gave a rattled shake to rid himself of the mental image. It was over. He just had to keep reminding himself that.

When he looked around, he couldn't help but think how everything still looked the same as where he had been running from. Athris had to keep moving if he wished to keep sane.