Two Rivers Isle “Hath thou no shame? Hath thou no dignity?”

His travels continued over the bend and through the first river of the Isle, his company @Rye Black keeping up with no protest both in voice nor speed. But then again, the Phantom mused, he was much younger, thus capable of such. At Rye’s age, Cry was at ease with patrolling ceaselessly. Somewhere down deep in his mind, he swore he could still do it. Should he push himself to, he could. But now, it would begin to come at a cost. He would need to reserve his energy for Gwen, as they had plans for bearing a family together; he couldn’t simply up and risk his life in such harrowing ways, anymore. 

“Tell me of your home, Rye- what do they expect of you, if anything?” Was it traditional? Were there customers? Were they spiritual? A cult? @Caiaphas seemed culty to him. A snicker rolled in his heart and remained there so he could hear his travel partner speak.