Reynion managed a weak smile. "Greenwood did you say? How odd. I hail from Greenwood myself. I wonder that I didn't recognize you." Well, perhaps it was not so odd. He'd always kept to himself, even before the mission that had cost him his leg.
He winced. Better stop that train of thought before he followed it through to conclusion. Thoughts of that mission always made him want to drink. It had started out all right, but toward the end...things had gotten very bad.
He missed the woods. They had always been his safe-haven, away from the demands of his father and the censure of his peers. He had never really wanted to leave, but the growing numbers of spiders had forced him to the 'civilized' areas of the wood, and his father had done the rest. Sometimes he wondered if it wouldn't have been better if he'd been one of the ones left behind.
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