Deepwood Weald Construct my summer home.

Again, the serpent had vanished and with her went all hope of recruiting her to support a faraway dream. Dacio had been drawn to her at once, lured by the beauty and strength he saw in her despite not even knowing her name. He was frustrated to have missed out on an opportunity to explore who he might be with her at his side, so ventured from Moonspear to be alone with his thoughts of yet another failure.

It didn't matter, or at least that is what he tried to convince himself. The young warrior roamed the woods quietly that evening, aimlessly, led along by the teasing tang of salt in the air that reminded him of his distant home.