Sawtooth Spire saints have no moderation

the white, scarred woman finds him again.

unruly and sulky and simmering with rage, he turns quickly; as if he is spooked. his hackles bristle as hunger grumbles in his belly.

no, no, no, no —

temperamental and missing the shadow, it is through barely held together restraint that he does not bear his teeth at her. surely, she does not deserve his ire but worripa is so very used to lashing out.

always to those who did not deserve it.

yes. he lies; not wanting to admit that in a turn of events that he entirely deserved she left him. justice had extracted her revenge for his abrupt abandoning of rivenwood ...and he didn't like it one bit.