Not way back

Leaving the Hallows seemingly didnt brought a big issue to the ex knight, but he was. He just didnt want to admit it nor let others know. This was his choice and not facing what came with that wasnt who Dunkan was. Nor what he would ever be. His companions werent far, as he wore his lion helmet and the claw gantlets, always there for any fight that may could erupt. Eyes blank, cold, empty of any emotion, being an expert to hide them deep inside, to lock them under that mask that never left his face.

He was once again in Boreas' lands, a place that brought many memories but yet he didnt react to them, the past was the past but even himself tended to lurk in it too, but he did tried not to do that. And like that he allowed his throat to relief his thirst, in an small creek he stumbled into.

"The talking"