Shimmering Sands "it's calm before the storm, winslow."

That wasn’t the easiest question to answer, the rogue realized as he lowered his head toward the earth and sniffed at the ground. There were many things that he felt like he wanted for the future, but there was no telling if those things would happen. Knaven had tried his best not to put stock in many things, taking a strange almost hippie lifestyle that allowed him to let the flow carry him where it pleased. This conflicted strongly with what he felt he was entitled to, but that was large fish to fry.
 
“Kinda wanna set the rules for myself. Don’t feel much like pledging my name to someone else’s righteous cause, ya know?”
 
Knaven glanced toward his brother with an easy smirk. The weight of that idea was much heavier than he let on, but he wanted to keep it that way. Lionel would surely have his own opinions on the matter, and the druid was certain that he would share them openly once he’d figured out what he wanted for himself.