Sun Mote Copse Brimful of asha on the 45

He should've known not to ask about her family, but there it was, his blunder was plain to see as the pain slipped across her face. She redirected again and this time Tulimaq would take the hint. He felt a little twinge of guilt upon realizing she was trying to think of anything besides her own family - so she must have lost someone important.

The man nodded at the question, becoming a little glum as he thought about his failure. It was as if Wildfire's sorrow was infectious. Not at first, but yes. I came to this place and decided to test the skills of those I came across - I like a good fight, and had heard that this place had mighty warriors. I started... Pretty far to the east of here, the other side of the valley. He thought of the wolves he'd found there — the mighty giant, the eager boy, the man of the hollow, the ghost in the woods — and Tulimaq realized he'd traveled a fair distance.

I grew dissatisfied with what I encountered as I went, until I found these hinterlands. Initially I wasn't going to try at all — I thought I'd leave, head north again, find Tartok and live my life. I was drawn to the mountain, and eventually tried to stake a claim to it. If I could conquer something as wild and dangerous as those slopes, prove that I could hunt the mighty boars that lived upon it, maybe reach the summit, then that would've been enough. Ah, but he was starting to drone on a bit. It had been a while since Tulimaq had spoken this much and he was surprised to find himself talking to openly about his efforts, and his failing. The boars proved to be formidable. At the mention of this, he shifted so that the gouge to his side was more visible; it was mostly healed by now and yet, would leave a hefty scar.