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Things were still wrong. He wanted the storm gone and the world fixed. Where were his children? Simmik? Hadn't they all been through enough? Why was this still happening? He couldn't head back out into this storm to look for Caerus when it felt like they were as a pack bleeding around the edges. He didn't know what had happened beyond either. There was enough at home that had put him in a dark state.

So he patrolled. It was better than inflicting it on others. He went to answer the howl, but upon finally spotting the figure there, he paused slightly, You seem familiar. It had been a while. Probably what felt like a lifetime ago in Mal's eyes. Someone he'd met briefly had probably had most of that bit of memory overwritten by some sort of new drama -- there was plenty of it, and it was far fresher in his mind. I'm Mal, and this is Neverwinter Forest. But he said it in a way that seemed to express that the guy might already know that.