Firestone Hot Springs it’s actually pretty easy being nice to a bitter boy like him

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Phillip didn't want to leave Neverwinter for a second. Something bad was going to happen to him again, he felt it. But that was only part of him that wished to stay. The other part, small yet loud, scolded him for cowering in the woods when his friend could be out there and hurt just like him.

Reluctantly, he made his way towards the hotsprings. This was the last place he had saw Alarian before they joined Neverwinter. Perhaps the universe would grace him with his lost friend's presence. What the universe gave him was worse than he could ever imagine.

There was a hotspring that stuck out from the rest, it's water was stained pink. When he came closer, all he could smell was death. And then he saw the body; it was soaked from head toe, the stomach was torn wide open. Nothing was recognizable, save for the face. It's a face he would never forget.

That body is the man.

Oh m-m-my g-od- The stammering was cut off by sobs, then a scream, then more sobs. Phillip stumbled back, tripping over his legs in the process. When he fell he couldn't get up. His muscles were locked in place.