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Unfortunately, the news came as a small shock to Frederick. While he knew it'd be naive to assume that he'd run into Adrian so quickly, he also hoped that one day he could bring his brother home. It's alright, he nodded, sighing in a not-quite-defeat--although he clearly wasn't pleased. I'll find him eventually.

Lestan's empathy, though, resonated with Frederick. The emptiness, the pausing of life. He remembered the way the days stretched and waned as he searched for his littermate, without a single, small hint of where he could've gone. I just hope that one day he and I will be back home, the man hummed, almost thoughtfully. He remembered, though, that even with his brother back, it would never be quite the same. Or maybe he and I could remain here. I'm not sure, yet.

He wasn't one to plan too far ahead, not even sure yet whether the man he spoke of was even anywhere amongst these lands. Anyway, he shook his head: an attempt to change the course of the conversation. Swiftcurrent Creek. Tell me about it, will you? Considering that I might be staying there a little while--if that's alright with Akavir. What do you think?