Boartusk Heights ≡ Beautiful Things That I've Got

What was this place? He had entered the wilds yet again as a foreigner. Legion long gone--purposelessness set in.

  The horizon glowing with the remnants of the sun the golden boy trailed the plains. His feet dressed in muddy earth his focus was unbroken as he inhaled the ground--searching.

The healer kept but a small stock. Things only necessary in an emergency. His time away had not been all bad. He had learned--he had grown. Evidently, he had matured nicely. Obvious sinew rippled beneath browning hues of yellow, a strong jaw-line, strong stature. It was useless. He had not a violent bone within him.

  His was a medicinal purpose. Lips ensnared a pretty little herb that budded in a group along segments of a full marsh. These would be useful for sleep. A lone-wolf did well to stay alert during the night, and yet the photo-sensory tricks played on his brain urged him to grow tired. The herbs would see to his relaxation.