Bitterroot Valley on this earth not alone we stand

wardruna ponders his own words for a long moment. it sounds grand. it sounds easy ...but if there is one thing wardruna has learned in his life this far: it's that nothing is ever easy. wardruna glimpses at imrathil out of the corner of his right eye when his companion offers an affirmation and wardruna makes to offer in return a bump of his shoulder against the dark and scarred male's own, mindful not to hurt him if imrathil allowed the contact. there are only three places wardruna wishes to avoid at all and every cost ...two for his own selfish reasons and one for imrathil's sake. but three territories out of the uncounted number that stretch before them is insignificant and would hardly impact their journey. they stand in the northern reaches of the wilds and south or west seems like two of the most logical directions to take. "west or south?" wardruna asks for imrathil's opinion, swinging his head around to face the scarred male in full. it is habit, despite that he is sure to orient himself so that imrathil is always in the line of sight of his functioning eye.