Noctisardor Bypass know your meme

Anselm would not allow himself to be too sentimental in these matters. While Druid’s hopes were up that he would spearhead a new pack hunt tradition, Anselm reminded himself his residence here was purely contingent on two things; if Glaukos returned, and Heda’s goodwill. He was not so optimistic to believe both were permanent affairs. 

He cleared his throat, storing away any semblance of hope in his voice. Ve vill see. Vhen the time comes, as you say. He looked over Druid’s face, gaze traveling to the injuries inflicted by Glaukos’ teeth. Perhaps pain was to be Rivenwood’s tradition. Did you ever go to Sapphique?