Artholath lazily watched some children run by his bench in a small town just east of the one Feon just entered. His mind was still on the volcano that he tried to breach not long ago, even with is newfound purpose. A thought popped into his mind that he had been wondering for the past twenty years.

[i]The question isn’t what I will do when I find her… but how I will find her.[/i]

He frowned, not noticing that the person who walked out of the inn besides him put on a coat due to the unusually cold weather. He had heard of the servant’s existence, of course, but he had nothing to go on as to what he was looking for. Tall? Short? Human? Wood Elf? Fiery dragon?

[i]Where to go next… where…[/i]

[i]Westwards, then.[/i]

He got up off the bench, leaving a very cold spot behind, and walked down the road out of town.