A return

[cray]

Well here was a face no one had seen in a while. It was anyone's guess as to where he went. Or even as to why he came back. Maybe he just liked torturing himself.

He sat on on a large rock near the lakefront, not seeming to care that it was cold and dark and generally wintery outside.

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[cray]

He shrugged.

"The lake doesn't seem to mind me staring."

[latkje]

"Did you ask?" Before he can answer, Nash interrupts himself. "Me, I'm not much of a sailor, but I've met a few people who say they can talk to the wind."

[cray]

"I spent a little time as a sailor. Honestly I'm more at home in a dense forest..."

[latkje]

"Then you're looking in the wrong direction," he said, waving his hand behind him, where the forest loomed in the distance. "But I guess we can't keep looking homewards if we ever want to go anywhere else." Not that that was a problem, here. Nash wondered how many people really called Budehuc home.

[cray]

"There is no wrong direction. I have no home."

He stated it simply, almost nonchalantly.

[latkje]

"You seem so sure of that." He keeps his own tone level, though Nash isn't sure of himself.

[cray]

"The only place I ever called home was burned to ash. And so were all the people in it."

[latkje]

"Hey, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He didn't mind, of course. Listening to what people didn't mean to say was his job.

[cray]

Actually it was somewhat refreshing to speak about the troubles on his mind for once. But still, he wasn't much good at divulging his inner self.

He shrugged in response to Nash.

"Thousands of towns and villages have been reduced to ash by this point... Such is war."