LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Night had fallen across the battlefield and Lyndvarr lay atop the rock pile that was hiding the siblings temporary den. He was feeling a bit guilty. All this time on the battlefield and no leads as to where he could find their aunt or their mother. However, it didn't seem prudent to just randomly start wandering across a foreign continent and just pray to run into those he sought. Though perhaps he should have more faith in the gods. Lynd's head turned upward to admire Nott's cloak. All the blood he'd spilled so far, surely that would be a fair offering to receive some information if not summon the woman he sought here?
Feeling restless Lynvarr got to his feet and took off for an evening stroll.
