Moonspear the secret face within the tapestry

The event at the borders had stirred a mix of emotions in Dirge. He had relatively missed parts of it and the plot had thickened without his entire inclusion. A dead girl, the sister to many; a relative he had not met nor would get to know. It did not bother him as he thought it would, nor did the fiasco of actions thereafter. Such was the law of the land, however just or unjust it was, and someone was usually saddled with the blame. For him, it seemed better to remain unattached and so he had sequestered himself to idle activities to let the heartbroken grieve.

It was the metallic odor that pinged on his senses now, that led him inward and upward along the snowy precipices. It mingled with Hydra and her sisters, converging in a tangle that weaved through sparse brush and woodland. They eventually split and from there he discerned @Hydra from them, following the winding trail upward into familiar climes. The hot springs laid somewhere not too far off and he wondered if he should continue his course. Perhaps she sought to be alone, also keen on sequestering herself away from prying eyes.

In the end, he decided to investigate for himself. The tang of blood lingered still and that alone seemed enough for him to justify his appearance.