Luneshale Pass Heavy as the weight in my chest, oh, this seldom dread

small cameo!

He hadn't seen nothing like this before.
It was strange, this big, ugly swath of sand and sun. His eyes stung, his feet hurt from trudging — frankly, he hated it.
And he'd begun to learn Reverie never stayed in one place for longer than half of a night's sleep. And after — what happened — None of this was part of the plan. Did they have a plan? Shit, what was he doing?
And so he'd briefly told her that he would catch up with her again in the Sunspires before he set off, alone. Whatever this was, while he heard her voice echo through the drybrush in calling for people who weren't him, he wasn't dealing with it. Not today.