Great Bear Wilderness and his mouth tastes like

As the horizon begins to swallow the sun, Phillip fled from the borders of neverwinter. That strange feeling in the pits of his gut had not gone away yet. In fact, they were worse after spending time with Mal. It made him feel guilty and frustration was starting to crawl up his spine. He desperately wanted to pin a name to this feeling, but all attempts were futile. So he does what he does best: he runs from it. 

Out here it was quiet, and spacious, and empty. A perfect little getaway for anyone else, but not Phillip. Sure, he'd be able to spend some much needed time alone, but in his heart he didn't really want to be alone. It's why he ran towards a distant figure.

Hey wait! he called when he was within earshot. Phillip stopped his pursuit and stared at the stranger, hoping he'd turn around.