Blackfeather Woods Let my mind be your freedom

Instructed by one that had once resided within those very woods—interesting. Whilst his memories flowed towards the front of his mind, his expression remained bare; he had not spent his life perfecting the skill just for old age to take it away, it seemed. “Who taught you?” he asked, the names of those that once were having settled in his head. Which it might be, he could not even guess, though he was interested to find out. It was not every day that someone from the past returned to the woods, and even rarer was it for one connected but unrelated to the past to show up.

Was it a sign, perhaps? Possibly—but likely not. Nevertheless, he took the time while awaiting her answer to return the introduction, the possibilities waved away. “Kove Apaata, the Dark Master of these woods,” he said. “A priest of these lands, an elder of the north.” How different his roles were, he realised.