King Elk Forest What cooks in our cauldron could call down the sky.

true to his word, germanicus had returned in the timeframe allotted. yet a downpour caught him unawares outside the far borders of kingslend, and so it was upon the tenth day he made his way into the elkland. sorely tempted to hideaway and rest his exhausted muscles, the soldier trotted instead in search of the king.

she lay inside the rock-facade, intelligent gaze trained upon the skyline. he was loathe to bother her, but drew up all the same, giving a soft clear of his throat to announce himself. "i see no coup was staged in my absence," came the saber's dry observation, something like humour for germanicus.