Hideaway Strath Tell me something that I’ll forget

Hemlocke comes to the call, but he does not draw near. A new bright, clear morning was upon them and the shadow nearly hissed in the irritated knowledge of his downfalls. He remains back, hidden within the shadows of the forest around them, eager to heard what would be said even if he would not be settled among them. After all, the shadow was just as such, a shadow...