Sunspire Mountains he threw me on the needle bed, across my dress he laid

maybe @Orlaith ? :eyes:

Esme consumed most of Riley's mind these days.

Occasionally he spared a glancing thought to those of the Redsand keep, wondering if they had noticed his absence. Sometimes Donovan came to mind, and sometimes the silly little idiot that had dared challenge his worth. Sometimes when his mind wandered he thought of Orlaith and her coven of wordy, woodsy Gypsies. 

He wished them all a terrible, fiery death. (One exception: Esme) If none of them had come into his life he would not be here at the foot of the Sunspire, his wounds festering and fever spiking.

Rain fell in long sheets of grey while Riley was lost in thought. He hung under the protruding lip of chiseled stone, his body dry but feet splattered by rain. Distant thunder sounded overhead but Riley did not care -- not like there was much a storm could do to him that could make things any worse.