Moonspear ego death

Hoping to use this for trade stuff!

It had been several days since the clearing had been finished. Whatever couldn't be collected and cleared away after the felling of the rotten trees, Glaukos had shoved in to piles and scattered across the mountainside. The recent rains had soaked these patches and made the area smell fetid—which would not last forever, but wasn't exactly an appealing component of the new training field.

The soldier marched the outer limits of this clearing; it was very early in the morning, with dawn just beginning to bloom with color around the peak of the mountain. Glaukos warmed himself up with a jog around the perimeter, and then picked up the pace and went again, stopping only when he felt adequately warmed up for the full day of patrols he had planned.

He thought about calling forth @Alaric for a spar, but didn't immediately jump at the chance.