Greatwater Lake shepherd

bartholomew felt a warmth he had not for some time.

it was...as if he walked a spiritual tight rope just now. this was opportunity to thrive and build something upon the back of giants.

i already do, soft and warm. a thin smile on his narrow features. he did not even speak. a soft shake of his head. how had he lived with such?

it had been easy, he reminded himself.

i can show you the nearby lands, if you ever want. i have roamed in my missionary work...