Haunted Wood digging out stumps of old resentments that refuse to rot on their own (mtr.)

The hunter huffed, but truly there was nothing he could do until the High Elk himself denied the virus beginning to plague their family it seemed. So long as they are tried like any other, I can not, nor will I challenge his vision. A glance was cast to Germanicus before red eyes sought Rohesia again. No matter what they said, they would not be swaying Celnes mind. Not today at least. So he would let the issue lay and turned to leave, offering a final warning as he walked off, If I were you, I would not let your passions cloud your faith. Pray to the High Elk that you prove me wrong. And with that, he was gone.