Lake Rodney only the dead have seen the end of war

single, violet gaze scans the terrain yawning out before him as he thinks about moving onward. there is no point in lingering in one place for too long, he thinks. besides, the devastation that has wreaked havoc on this place tells him that there is nothing to find here anyway. maarselok only turns back to the water source now at his back, head whipping around to instinctively favor his right side at the sucking sound. the pale waif across the water source steps noisily into maarselok's line of sight. while he is relieved it is not something worse, the more-than ample space between them isn't enough to entirely goad him into easing down his guard.

hey, maarselok calls out in greeting, not able to curb his natural gruffness. you know what happened 'round here? he asks the pale stranger in the distance, stepping closer to the bank as if that might minimize some of the distance his words have to carry.