Gyrfalcon's Keep she fooled me twice and it's all my fault

How did he get here? In a haze, he assumed. After he had played God for some stranger he had drifted towards nowhere in particular. He had attempted to put distance between himself and the northern reaches of these deeply cursed lands. The image of the skull had never left him, no matter how hardly he tried to forget.

Needless to say, Athris was turning into a giant puddle of a pity party. He wanted so badly to return back home but there was little to return to. More cursed lands, more angry gods who would probably be angrier that he had come here and played some twisted games already.

He felt sick and the cawing of birds was forgotten about in his haze of thoughtfulness.