Silver Moraine Dark clouds, dark skies, bad weather

Lucidity was fleeting. It came briefly when the healer came to attend him, which was a fortunate shift as Glaukos was more likely to rip Ashlar's face off for being so close; but for that time the soldier saw who had come to him, and heard the slurring of Avicus' voice - holding fast to it with all his mental might (which weakened by the second).

He managed to murmur, Boar, and after sucking a few more breaths, stabbed; tried for.. Mereo, it was hard to take deeper breaths with his battered ribs and the punctures to his abdomen by the boar's own tusks, most of which were festering wounds.

Summer is here early. He moaned, shifting back to delirium.