Luneshale Pass si una vez

it shall do! :D

He had come to survey the neighboring lands, the edges of Vahanet’s reach, to see what this desolate expanse could yield.

It was then his eyes caught her.

The hawk’s cry above sounded like the toll of a bell. Samir’s eyes followed the woman as she dipped to drink, quenching what could surely be a strong thirst. As he watched from his vantage, a thin sneer snagged at his lips; he stepped closer, dark shadow of his body a monument, a statue.

When he was near enough to be noticed, he did not hesitate to speak. His voice came forth silken and smooth, unyielding. “The river quenches thirst, but it does little to satisfy,”