Serpent Lake Souffrir le Martyre

Phobos placed his head on the ground, too busy thinking over his past few days to pay attention to his surroundings. A rare sight.

His feelings were just as sour as they were sweet. The discovery of certain expectations had ruined his meal ticket east, however his experiences during his time travelling south in the lowlands were remarkably pleasant.

He felt like a teenager again. It was ridiculous - he was too old to have his own feelings confusing him. He would allow himself to mope until he was rested, and then he was going to get over it. If that was his will, then that would be the way.