Description
As the mountains of Aryn's border came into view over the horizon, Starke became acutely aware that his loyal stalker was nowhere to be found. Hopefully the wretched thing had been scared off by the dark clouds steadily gathering overhead. Starke wasn't one to enjoy travelling in the rain himself, but if he hurried, maybe he could seek shelter in Aryn before the storm hit.
Takes place late spring when a certain something was going on in Aryn