Dragoncrest Cliffs i'm circling the drain, i'm washing out

i'm sorry about your mom. val offered a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders. it was the past - and the past could not be reclaimed. he could only move forward in life.

packs going downhill. val knew a thing or two about that; a memory of the bear in the cave -- of aventus.

indra.

he hid the sorry smile that threatened to break his composure. he wondered what horrors maleah had seen as a warchief's aide. some memories, he supposed, were better off buried and undisturbed.

i'm glad you found your way here. it's funny how life works, isn't it?