Horizon Ridge you are free from the bonds that bound you

His thoughts are right, and this wolf is one of the mountains too. His face twitches, almost threatening to smile but he thought better of it. His sort of smiles are the kind that were drawn up from nightmares, making him seem more hellhound than barbaric soothsayer, and it is well known to him that he has done more harm than good for merely trying to smile. But the smugness wears onto him for the briefest of moments, stolen away by commentary of the sea.

Owed to sea, was it—what a strange concept. Entirely foreign but the sort that has a particular allure to it like a lovely storefront window to draw one in and to be gazed into. From which Solpallur’s gaze does not waver to try and pinpoint where the haze hides the sea and the bottomless quantities of salt and other brackish bearers. He sees into and yet through, yet not at all.

He wanted to know more. Needed to know more. His head tilted.

“How?”

One word, still rough off his lips with intrigue beneath the gloom of his foreign tongue.