Verdant Basin even in the darkness he's grasping for it

My wife is like me. Smaller, with a lighter coat. We're from down south. That wasn't much to go on and Neizan knew that. He also figured his wife wasn't around anywhere by now; he'd spent weeks in this muddy hole of a place, and she would have run as far and as fast as she could.

She is brown and white. Closer to your colors I think than mine — it has been a long time since I have seen her. Díos mio, so long! The man made a great show of his sorrow, letting himself contort his face to a frown and letting a theatrical quality enter his behavior. Her friends — there are many, so many. Light ones, dark ones, I am not sure which might have gone with her.

He looked the boy over — he was thin, but not sickly. He looked to be well cared for. A little messy, muddy, but, this was a disgusting place. We lost our daughter some time ago and have been looking endlessly for her; but one morning I woke and my wife, my wife had gone! I worry for her.