Arrow Lake but please let me plead, I just need you to let me have this

it was difficult to discern which of the pair was more wretched as they met; ingram, downtrodden in his soul, or rokig — beaten and roughshod at best.

ingram had been walking when he heard the chuff, and once he came upon rokig he examined the stranger with a solemn gaze unusual for him. stigmata’s death still lingered in his mind, straddling his shoulders like a swinging torc. hello, you looking for someone? while not entirely friendly, his posture and tone was civil — just heavy with unspoken sadness.