Bramblepoint remembrance

This man hailed from no pack nor family so it seemed. Abandoned as a child, he says. Garahel finds the information quite startling. At what age was he left to fend for himself? They were tempted to ask, but mentions of his past seemed to bring him sorrow. Their inquiries were kept to themselves. That sounds like a troublesome upbringing. Perhaps it rivaled their own. Perhaps. A life of solitude sounded much more peaceful than one in Elvhenan.

Garahel had yet to come across claimed land and by the way the stranger described it they questioned if they even wanted to. Sour residents huh? They’d rather not lose blood to them, but they couldn’t avoid them entirely. They had to ask around if they had any chance of locating Amadis. I’ll be sure to be on alert when I approach.

There was another moment of silence, and Garahel would be the one to break it. You’re a very kind fellow, I must say. Helpful too. I’m surprised anyone would be hostile towards you. Unless he always concealed himself during first meetings of course, but they doubted he’d do something like that. Maybe this was some strange special occasion. Might I ask for your name?