Noctisardor Bypass How do you do.

Rivenwood was quiet these days. Something was growing in Anselm's chest he could not yet name.

The children continued to grow. The borders remained safe. The cache well stocked between all of their efforts.

No update from Druid. Anselm wrestled with the possibility her condition could turn. He waited each day for her to stumble back here mad with disease. He doubled border patrol in the mean time.

As always, Anselm was as unwelcoming as a welcoming committee could get when a howl drew him to the borders. He noted the heap of pelts at his feet first - but then his gaze traveled the full length of Rodyn's features. There were many scars on this man - despite their rough presence, his eyes were kind.

He was direct, as always. Vhat do you vant?