Deepwood Weald ships on vigor

ah, kjalarr replies; offering a sage nod of understanding. though he does not necessarily understand the titles given, he gets the picture and as far as he's concerned that is the important bit. moonglow, he repeats, softly to himself. he does not remember hearing of it but his return to these wilds are relatively recent. much of what he knew does not exist here any longer. and i, you. he returns the sentiment with a soft bow of his head.

i was born in the bay, kjalarr replies. i feel as if it should be my final resting place as well. he does not say these words grimly: his health is as a good as it could be considering his age but even the northman knows he will not live forever. it is a good place, he feels, to live out the remainder of his life.