Golden Glade don quixote

no good wives!

tracker knew nothing of them, but he knew how fickle creatures could get. stir crazy his mother had called it. den fever his father had said.

your wife one to hide among other faces? he purred with humor, but his features remained serious. through these woods, towards the cedars and the river. nestled between mountains. his head swung down the path he had taken. his newest post laid there in wait.

hildibrandr. the word clunky on his smooth tongue. they ask little of new faces, if you understand.

it would be easy for a no-good wife to dive in there.

the sovereign leader had asked nothing of him when he had only but bowed to her. no feats to prove his worth.