Greatwater Lake the hot gates

The lake was more familiar to him than the sea, as blasphemous or strange as that may sound, but this was out of his control. Atlas roamed a short distance from the women, keen to keep the Adept Akantha within running distance at all times should his presence be needed, and found solace upon the foreign bank. It reminded him of the green-cast water of his birth home; not the sea that the women so fondly worshiped, but an inlet that was further inland. Memories of such a place were limited, but Atlas found himself staring contentedly in to the depths - and then he caught the trembling reflection of a familiar wolf. Atlas' head lifted slightly, his eyes straying from their distant stare at the water, and he caught sight of Greyjoy not far off.

The consort chuffed a greeting, mindful always of those nearby. "Greyjoy," the boy called out upon his approach and stepped closer, but did not embrace the longtime friend. "It is good to see you again. Your travels were easy, I hope?" It was simple enough for the consort to care for Akantha, and he assumed it would be just as easy to guard and protect those in Greyjoy's charge; perhaps easier due to his station, he mused silently. Oh, the life of a Hoplite was doubtlessly grander than the life he was already living.