Swiftcurrent Creek but anything is preferable to the pain

Aventus considered the question placed before him, keeping his eyes trained ahead while he chewed on it in silence. Admittedly, he had never been as nosy about his parents' business as his sister. Perhaps that made him a weaker candidate for standing alongside them, though he was egotistical enough to think it did not matter. Still, he wasn't completely ignorant.

Easthollow was gone, but they were not the only enemy.

Legion, said Aventus, what of them? There was comparatively little known about them next to Easthollow, but he knew they were no allies. Others to harass, possibly. Which brought to mind another group, one whose name he pronounced with a sneer: The Saints?

They seem to have disappeared, but gnats only hid in the winter. Hid, and survived. When might they crawl up from the ground again to present their throats to Ursus?