Wheeling Gull Isle When everyone you thought you knew deserts your fight

ah, those on a hunt.

mo had come to them the same way and now the boy was gone. bartholomew had a knack for trying to help those who were meant to wander, it seemed.

sweetharbor has been a haven for types like her. so while i have not seen her, but it is not impossible that those who wander among us may have. he planted seeds of hope where he could, for it was kindness.

or was it cruelty to do so?

come, see the isle and ask those who live here.

it was an invitation for rest too, unless the man meant to be off at once.