Greatwater Lake shepherd

ah, what language was that? so warm and friendly, it rolled off naturally from his accented tongue.

but it did not truly matter. not when the man seemed so open to blessings.

bartholomew, he returned to...andrés . such a bizarre yet familiar man. how had he come to be? where had he come from?

then we are both blessed with luck. i tend to only meet...well, barbarians of creatures, truthfully. a soft warm laugh. as if he had suddenly found himself in the presence of an age old friend.

do you live here? the lake, i mean.