The Heartwood They say Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow.

Seemed a little... Young, to be leading anything. Then again they appeared to be well built and of similar age to himself, so Mesa didn't comment on that aloud. His ears pivoted attentively as a name was shared.

He scoffed slightly at the question. In the mountains. That was vague—perhaps too vague. The place doesn't exist anymore. Been alone... A while, now. Which accounted for the disjointed speech. Mesa grimaced, remembering his one encounter with a pack in this area had involved his sister.

You ever live in the forest north of here? That Neversplinter, or whatever? Maybe Simmik and her group had migrated away from their claim or something.