Shadewood You've been fighting the memory all on your own

He grinned himself, taking to reclusifying himself further in the thicket of trees by Tesoro Glade, where the majority of peace within the Keep seemed to be. It was a bit of walk, but with determination to rest from the previous situation, the Phantom was on his way. If Kai had decided to come with him, he would not heisitate to show where he would be sleeping, a dugout cave in between two fallen trees. It was hidden under the thick brim of folliage above, the garmets of trees only giving enough light for him to see by, not to bother him nor anyone else who passed underneath.With it being so near the sea, Cry could hear the waves in the distance as the trek to the edge of Shadewood was made. He loved this spot, close enough to the waters to hear them, but back enough in Shadewood where he could easily rouse should there be need for it.

Soon coming to the opening of his careful cavely den, he stretched, showing his own desire to be rid of today, as the sun began to lower. So much had happened today, and truth be told, it was alot for the assassin to handle. But as it were, he wouldn't give up the responsibility; no, this was his calling, and he embraced it.