Greatwater Lake dripping in solid gold

That was unfortunate, although her other two inquiries were rather intriguing. The first, seeking a blind wolf. Such children would have been culled in Tartok, but perhaps this Fennec was old and had become blind much later in life. A seasoned warrior, perhaps. Alas, Kaertok had seen no such wolf, and he shook his head.

When she said his name aloud, Kaertok studied her for some time, wondering if perhaps this was a wolf who had been sent by Arbiter to track him down.

I am Kaertok. Who sent you?

If it was Arbiter, he would be happy to send a message back, but he would not be going back to that life. Time and space had taught him a lot about his existence there, and while it had not been "bad," it had been oppressive in a way, and he was glad to be free of it.