Morningside Cuesta I Know Him

He laughed only briefly, his chuckles dying away but the smile remaining. He was glad to have found a familiar face, after weeks of lonliness, isolation and sneering, angry faces. Where they would go, Zoratto didn't know. He honestly hoped that mountains would be avoided, but in this land of swelling hills that climbed and clawed at the sky, he doubted he would find a place untouched by the spirits. Perhaps it was for the best. Where go now? He asked. Alastor knew this land better than he, most likely. He would let him lead.