Moonspear In all my years of living

He shook his head. I've only slept since I arrived. Couldn't do much more. It was a pain in his ass. He hated to be seditary for so long. I'm fine now, though. He reassured with a grunt, unwilling to consider that he may not be.

Glen or mountain, it doesn't matter to me. He just needed to move, to get the blood pumping through his veins again. Hakumele saw no benefit in lazing about. If he was here, he wished to feed himself at the very least.

Being an ill, injured, aging man was not pleasant. He felt like a burden, and to strangers? That was simply unacceptable in his eyes.