Serpent Lake look toward your golden towers

while hadrian hadn't expected her to know: one wolf in a proverbial sea of many? unlikely; and for all he knew saarthal hadn't lingered in the wilds. much time had passed since she first left, after all. still, the roman struggles for a moment to conceal his disappointment, for while he doesn't expect anyone to know saarthal a part of him still holds out hope. he looks towards the mountain that the shadow draped woman gestures to, peering at it for a long moment before his attention shifts back to her. it was as good a start as any and at least gave him a direction beyond aimless wandering.

where from? hadrian's left ear flicks forward, towards her as her question takes him by surprise. though he is woefully prideful he hasn't expected that he would be asked that, if only because noctem vagus isn't very relevant to the wolves of the wild. it exists in the far north outside their wilds and poses them no threat and he doubts that anything resides of the emperor's legacy here. the far north. he gestures in the general direction. far beyond the reach of these wilds. in other words: a loner.