Felltree Marsh But the prince of any failing empire knows

To him, the man seemed confused. Contemplative. Tybault wasn't sure what to make of him, or where to direct him. He knew what his sister would do, at least. Reverie would have taken him in without missing a beat. Hearthwood, she'd told him, was a place of healing. But she wasn't here now, and there was still blood on their borders.

He was conflicted. Got a name? He asked next, gesturing for the man to follow him toward the mountains. If he decided on the way there that he would not bring him back to Hearthwood, he could always redirect him to the south. Travelers are usually welcome, but we had an incident not too long ago.