Arcadian Wilds

Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands

Liam smiled at the woman's insistence that he call her Anju, nodding his agreement as he watched her wade over. "Old habits die hard," was all he said in response. It was good to see her again. He'd had nothing but respect for the captain when he'd served under her, and he'd wondered often how the Dragoons were doing after he'd left. Of course, if she was determined not to be a captain out here, then maybe he would steer away from talk of her work.

"I'd be glad to," he said, approaching the stag and waiting for Anju. "Just let me know how I can help." For he wasn't one to stand by idly while someone else worked, without even the offer of assistance. If anything, he was overeager to be of assistance. He always had been. "How have you been? How are things in Stormbreak?"

Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands

Liam