Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

hope glimmered in arcturus’ eyes, only to be dashed like coal thrown in cruelly cool waters. he had misinterpreted wraen’s answer as recently, and his disappointment showed on his blackened muzzle.

she has been gone several weeks now, and no word. with all the quakes... he trailed off, not wishing to articulate the unpalatable. he hoped desperately vela would soon return. onto another matter — wraen never ceased to make arcturus feel ignorant to the world — he was not sure if he hated it, or liked it, as he learned things often from the woman. hoomans? what are those?