Arrow Lake Laam

Reyson had been through hell and had come back out on the other side. Those he loved gone, his heart gone, ribs and body mutilated and bleeding, but he had pressed on. Because it was to honor them. Someone needed to remember them. And they would have kicked his ass, had he not anyway.

Reyson had seen sadness through the time he spent here. Pity though, he hated it more. It was fine to feel sorrow for what he went through. It was fine to worry after him, but never pity him. That was something he didn't like. Because everything he had lived had forged him into the creature they saw before them.

He gave a soft mm. Yes I do. Both in my waking dreams and my nightmares. I visit it often. And sometimes I'm there again.