Dragoncrest Cliffs Bitterling

quen was not often the responsible one. yet he felt a due diligence to be so here. especially with the last few days. a million things happening all at once.

such was the life of a growing boy.

i t'ink we bot' got wolves we gotta talk to first, eh? he teased warmly, seeking to close the little distance between them with a warm bump of shoulders. we go speakin' and den head out.