Lost Creek Hollow Southstairs

Used to be, myself, Kel said warmly, regarding Sandy as a friend already. Always something to do, someone to help. Never minded it much. Just got older. Tired. The last word was said laughingly, softly. He was ready to settle down, had been for a long time now, but Willowspire hadn't been ready to retire him and now they were gone.
He missed them dearly. More than he had ever missed anyone from The Evergarden, even his sisters. Came from a place called Willowspire. We took people in. All sorts of people, Kel explained idly. Before that, The Evergarden, a sanctuary for the wounded and the sick and the downtrodden. But he did not like to speak of his birthplace.