Hushed Willows I take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at 3

He didn’t really have an answer for that. How was his mother? The last thing he remembered was raging fire splitting them apart, leaving her behind as he and his sister fled the flames. He finished drinking his fill before responding.

“I wish I knew…My sister and I escaped the fires, alone, and we had not been able to return since.” It had all happened so fast and they had been so young. It was purely a miracle that they had survived this long on their own.

“Can you…can you tell me about her? About Opal. Anything.” His voice almost pleading, the curiousity building in him ever since he found out there was family among this pack. Someone here must be able to tell him something about the family left behind in the Gilded Sea.