Fairspell Meadow breaker of the dawn

Akhtar grinned.

Oh certainly. Who doesn’t enjoy some fire at times, hm? He wondered if Belen himself, for a moment. He rather did hope she was alright, wherever she had gone off to.

But I haven’t found that in quite a time. Maybe I will again. He mused, his eyes wandering to the distant mountains, before he chuffed, as if he thought of a funny joke.

If I don’t, perhaps I will start a monastery and become a stuffy old coot, as my mentor was.