Hideaway Strath the one minute, the soldier's minute

wintersbane watches as his gamble starts to show a losing hand and suddenly he is second guessing his own decision; but he decided to be truthful and he must see this to the end regardless of how it goes. yes. i was born here. my mother, lotte ansbjørn-fearghal lies in a grave guarded with hemlocks within this strath. he repeats, because there was no doubt to be found in that. i've been a warrior and scout for a long time. older memories are clearer. and i didn't say i couldn't remember anything just that there are still things missing. he clarifies. his head is throbbing in earnest now and his stomach roils again. i'm still remembering. or trying to.

i have no interest in lying to you, wintersbane tells her point-blank. believe me or don't. but decide whether to accept me or send me away ...because his head was pounding and he just wanted to lay down and try to sleep it off whether that be in the strath or some neutral territory.