Ankyra Sound best served cold

He decided to try and test his physical limits, even though he knew that his body would protest. Every inch of him had been torn up and pieced back together by the witches in the lost wood — and he could hear them now, as he worked his way up from the beach and towards the eerie forest. Willow telling him to take it easy, and her brother Nettle demanding that he be treated like a warrior! For he is a man, and a knight! They were often fighting, but not seriously. Different takes on the same problem.

The forest rose in great spires, casting immense shadows along the ridge where he stood. The voices of his friends dwindled to nothing in his mind; he felt a fondness for them, a nostalgia, despite only having left them a couple of weeks ago. Firefly stared at the deep shadows of the forest as if deliberating his next move — push himself and investigate the forest that would soon belong to the woman and her son, or turn tail and head back to the beach for the rest of the evening. He couldn't make up his mind immediately, and stood there fixated.