Two Rivers Isle Last night I smoked a cigarette

@Goliad 

Ulrich was happy so far with the growing ranks of the Isle, which was a strange thing for him to even admit to himself. Strange that only weeks before he had wanted so desperately to hide from the world, and now he was quite content to share this little slice of heaven with whoever wandered by--provided they were kind, of course. He was wandering the snowy hills that day, an area of the Isle that he had been somewhat avoiding because it was so much windier, and therefore colder, outside the shelter of the trees. But if he was going to live here, he needed to know all of his own territory, so exploring he went.