Arrow Lake and he floats outside my prison window

thorn's task seemed so repetitive that after a while, he fell to a pose of mindlessness; coming and going while the stark white of his trail grew gradually redder - until at last his foot prints churned in pink snow, and a ribbon of red was visible from the hinterlands. he was joined by sunspire's eminent sovereign, and after a few arduous treks in silence, stigmata suggested they make another enclave to store their bloodied goods.

he nodded, agreeing -- though he left room for stigmata to lead the way. after all, the tungsten hunter had been in the region longer, and thorn trusted he had an ideal spot in mind.