Northstar Vale lion's den

his features morphed, an ugly look on a once kind face.

his spirit truly had been broken, hadn't it? snapped off on the back of a woman he hardly knew. did God too look down on him with such venom as this woman? was she a messenger of his ill doings?

i have lost my hunter, he told her bluntly with a sharpness that soon softened.

a sigh, heavy and uncomfortable as his features sagged some more.

(and oh Heavens, if he only knew of their onlooker.)

but...if you are not above the blessing of old meals, i may have seen something downstream further.