Well… he hadn't expected to be back here. Shilah looked out across the expanse of the plains, the grasses now cloaked in robes of gold and brown with winter swiftly on its way. Shilah, true to his nature, had been wandering for the past few years, clearing his head from his time spent in captivity under Dægmar Thyre. He'd never come so close to permanently losing his freedom and the realization of it had taken some time to get used to. He'd been younger and far more naive back then.
How time flew… there were days he could hardly believe it but here he was back in Alacritis. The sun was rising over the plains and while the day was cloudy it held the aire of possibility and it was time for the nomad to get to work. Eyes and nose peeled he set about exploring the land and hunting for fall herbs he could store for the winter, knowing that his choosings would be sparse and particular but he had confidence in his ability to manage.
