Deepwood Weald I Don't Belong Here

He found Themis beside a mushroom patch, and he gazed at her quizzically as she spoke. He had never partaken in anything — in his homeland, only the spiritualists would use those types of herbs. He shook his head, frowning. "No... I didn't come here to get high off my face." He took in a deep breath. "I wanted to talk."

Vorilye sighed, his frown deepening. "I've... I've been a wreck since my sister attacked me. And one of yours was in my face the other day, demanding I give her information." A scowl replaced his frown, and he muttered, "I'm here for you and for our children — I owe nobody else anything."