Barrow Fields moonriser

Alaric had been playing woth the notion of moving on from the Teekon. But he had quickly squashed it. But he did move about unsure these days. He was a healer, a bard, a storyteller and he was adrift. You sort of need an audience for such and the teekon felt like a ghost town as of late. He had been all over the nearby coastline and just silence and the wild no wolves to be found.

Treepie seemed to have found her center and Alaric was glad for it. But he felt useless and spare. Sobeille didnt like mwn and as such even tree pie had stayed away. He saw her, but he didnt approach. He wondered if it would be better to stay silent and away.