the North lies the Frozen Wastes. Beyond
that is an expanse of unending winter riddled
with pockets of abandoned places and times.
a child of the forest wanders alone. He
is lost, but not by any definition you or
I would understand. A friend to the two
and four-legged kind, yet an adversary as
well, near frozen ruins this tracker, this
hunter, this guide at times now makes his
he takes from the fires warmth is not his
first choice. He remembers another--one
that is more tangible, one that is more
hungers for something that burns with the
fire of creation.
that is much more satisfying to his tastes.