Lost Creek Hollow plurimi

i mean to leave you here. i have a report to carry south.

but aquillius was not a child.

a final two hunts for kvarsheim, and then perhaps with his silent eaglet he might go.

how could he think of leaving the boy again?

and yet — his sins followed, lapping with inkblackened tongue at his heels.

this also could not be his son's birthright, or the final legacy of mereo.

"you are unwell. sit." that much germanicus felt he could command with rusted father's intuition.