Arrow Lake bile quartet

It seemed as soon as the man had emerged within his sight, he was leaving it. Hex watched the Mayfair go, still chest-deep in the frigid lake, and it was only after a few heartbeats that he left the water and gave himself a good, long shake, droplets flying.

He ran his tongue along his lips in a pensive manner, looking where his cousin had disappeared into the rocks, and shook himself again. Then he found the trail again; it was long past time to head back to the Ridge.

Shouldn't have been here in the first place. But the spirits had spoken, no?

He had much to consider from this strange, enchanting encounter.