Moonspear the world is a place where the villains wear a smile on their face

He could see the ocean from this great height of the mountain. Clouded sky broke way to waves the man could almost feel, almost taste. Inviting, in once innocent ways. Now both alluring and repugnant, in how they reminded him of the crone.

Merrit yearned to start moving again — for surely they would lose their quarry! — but his allies bade him stay. They had preparations to make, precautions to take, and Merrit, being a man of like mind, understood. But how long?

He would wait for now, but his restless paws would not rest forever.