Swiftcurrent Creek There is no way but up

Tired, surely. But such mental ailments were par the course of maturity, it seemed, and in the most unhealthy way, Akavir threw himself in to border patrols and building the caches. 

Because conversations about feelings were overrated, right?

When a call sounded for him along the borders, the Mayfair wasn't far off. The familiar form of Gunnar was a surprise to him--he couldn't recall a time the man had been to visit them, and so it was with a sense of apprehension he drew forward, concerned eyes upon the aging man. Welcome, Gunnar. Would you like to come in for a drink?