Moonstone Quarry [*] The move

his breath leaves him slow and even as his eyes sweep the cliffs, the ledges, the deep bowl of the quarry. it reminds him of old keeps. of long walks through the hills of his youth, where wind howled and stone never cracked.
he watches sólhárr as he speaks. hears only pieces of it—home, stone, ghosts. enough. the chieftain’s voice is sure. the man leads with conviction. that is all raedwulf needs.
he moves forward, just a few steps, until he finds a space of level earth and scarred stone. this would do.