Little Goat Mountain This is a perfect day to die

Reyson's tattered ears moved forward to catch what the Imperator had to say. A sad chuckle left his maw, as he looked over his leader.

I'm sorry sir. I hadn't meant to lose my control. There was a heaviness in his chest and he knew this was the end of the road. What if his mind broke when he was helping someone. A sense of deep loss rolled over him, and a sharp gasp left him before he could catch it.

i'll follow you, Sir. But i haven't found a new tree in Mereo yet.

He thought of Mereo, perhaps the sandy walls would bring him comfort calm the maelstrom of emotions that threatened to overtake him.

I was doing well, sir, but. I'm sorry I'm broken.