Blacktail Deer Plateau Under cloud and under star

Oh, uh. Ok. I'll keep it in mind. I'm Mal. And good travels too. Or something? Words! You know, those things he was good at yelling but not good at stringing into something friendly. It did leave Mal with a question, though: if he couldn't find the right place, would he have to give up and go there? A black forest didn't sound particularly welcoming by that description but it sounded like a fitting home for darker things. But maybe it was just a combination of word choice and Mal being a paranoid little punk. He'd figure it out later.

But for now he'd survived another meeting with a possible monster and that was a good start. There was a lot more for him to figure out before he made a decision. He took a seat and looked out across the lands below. Time to plan.