Bramblepoint remembrance

There was slight hesitation that followed their request, but the man eventually gave in. Apisi, he called himself. The name was repeated a few times. Fast, slower, than faster again. Surely they’d have to use it again someday. They could only hope.

I am Garahel Fen’harel.—and they couldn’t help but add—Soldier of Elvhen. It was a habit.

Soon the trees parted, and softer grass bled into a meadow. Much more comfortable than their previous option.

Ah yes, I wouldn’t want to keep you from anything. Garahel turned to Apisi and smiled once more. Thank you mate, I appreciate your aid. Then added with a twinge of hope in their tone, I’ll be heading north of here come daybreak. Perhaps we will run into eachother again?