Two Rivers Isle Last night I smoked a cigarette

I am glad! He answered, though his demeanor remained stalwart and his mood unaltered by outside cues. To be truthful he was happy to have had the conversation and begin repaying the man for his hospitality, as well as put his skills to use - but, he was also terribly cold and his face muscles were not wanting to move as freely as usual. It would take time for the summer wolf to adapt to this strange new world.

I would like to come to you again for stories. I think I will take my leave now, and mull over what I have learned. And perhaps in his time apart from Ulrich, Goliad would find himself in the company of the wife, or another piece of the Isle, and gather more information.

He bade his farewell with a low nod of his head, and sidled along the tree line; when the wind picked up, he hurried to avoid it.