Neverwinter Forest No one ever told me grief felt like fear

if he hadn't made a vow to himself to stay more alert and on top of things following the revelation of simmik's kidnapping, he may have never stumbled upon this meet-and-greet. as it was, cam heeded the call, arriving shortly after mal—and just in time to hear the name 'khali,' and have his world fall out from beneath him.

head spinning, he slowed to a walk, like a drunkard in his unsteadiness, eyes fixed on the man. yes. . .the face was familiar. not overly so, but one that had lurked in the shadows of his mind for a very long time. a very primal, integral memory. he pulled up to a halt beside mal, though lingering a touch behind in deference to his leader.

it couldn't be—but it was. he knew deep down it was. 

where have you been? cam asked. though his voice was quiet as usual, an uncharacteristic rage simmered under each word, and affront twisted his features.