Neverwinter Forest Welcome to Downtown Coolsville! Population: us.

The kid who met him was someone he hadn't expected to still see around these parts, given the phenomenal hospitality of the Wilds. "Hey! Yeah! It's you!" he'd forgotten his scent, but remembered his face -- didn't remember if they'd exchanged names, but what much did that matter? He knew now at least, and Tuathal brightened at the sight of the strangely mottled boy, perhaps the only reason his face had stuck with him.

"Lookit you!" a grin broke the usual veneer of his grim complexion, "Jeeze kid, didn't think I'd ever see you again," because in all honesty, he was surprised he wasn't dead. Maybe the Blackthorns brought enough crazy to keep him alive. "Got any room in your woods for another? I'd sell my kidneys to be somewhere that was never-winter right now."