Arrow Lake henneth annûn

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smoke dipped his head once as she rose, then again when she asked. no offense taken. no correction offered. just the truth, plain and unvarnished.

yeah, he said quietly. i roam.

his gaze slid out over the lake, then the mountain beyond, following lines he’d walked more times than he could count. no den. no ledger. no names carved into stone.

been here a while, smoke added, voice low and even. ain’t much else i do.

then he went still again, letting the cold and the silence take back what little he’d said.

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