Fog rolled heavily across the barren hills making it difficult for Sigmarr's ice blue eyes to peer into the horizon. He wasn't sure why he'd gone this far south. After a fitful sleep full of nightmares he just needed to walk and so he started walking. One thing led to another and he'd found himself in this foreign land. Well, he had promised to do his best to guard his family and to help those in need when he came across them.
Foreboding bubbled in Sigmarr's gut. Something wasn't right here… nostrils flared trying to pick up the scent of approaching enemies but nothing seemed right. Cautiously, he turned around to head back to Ebony.
