Luneshale Pass (BOO) Though tears can be hidden, all hearts break.

He'd finally done it. Left the redoubt behind and headed toward the mountains. He remembered that he'd had them on one side when leaving Swiftcurrent Creek—and when he approached said side, quickly moved past until he'd crossed the highlands and left that part of the world—and his life—behind.

Now, it was time to turn and head toward the southwest face of the peaks. But first, a drink.

Caligula was lapping from the meager river that cut through this place when he heard it. Her. He lifted his head, eyes wide, water dripping from his chin.

It—she?—sounded close.

Hello? he called out, the hair along his spine bristling. The words were words he'd never heard—or were they names? Was it looking—

—she looking—

Something seemed off.