Neverwinter Forest The Last Stage

Yeah, that's about all I could figure. But if she stayed gone, then he would be okay forgetting she existed. Hopefully she's gone for real now. But did he count on it? Well, given everything that had happened he wasn't as cheery about things as he had been in the past, but tough times did kind of make it all less fun and games.

Mal wished he knew how far the troubles went. Forever, it felt like, as long as Wraen wasn't lying. The person I talked to was from somewhere to like.. The southwest? Maybe from the other side of the mountains, she said it wasn't any better over there. It'd probably be pretty far at this point. The northeast was pretty much off limits in his eyes -- he was not going near Elysium again. Ever, if he could help it.

And yeah. I don't really want to move either. If we have to -- either because some of the other packs start being crazy again or the food just keeps being gone -- then I'll give it more thought. I just don't see a good place to do so right now. Hope it doesn't come to that. He had to be a realist about it. Mal wasn't interested in dying over a forest. Some people might be, but he had better things to do than to stubbornly cling to a patch of trees where somewhere might exist that doesn't have the same problems.

Either way, that was gonna dead-end things conversationally pretty well, so he added on, Do you think there's anything we should be doing in the meantime? Stuff had stalled out a little, and he wouldn't be surprised if it was because of all the problems they'd been having.