Hexx listened quietly, he had never been one to rush another's words. Silence had always been more comfortable to him than idle conversation, and hers deserved consideration. His gaze drifted across the valley, over the pines and rugged peaks that had stood unchanged through countless seasons. Home. He had spent nearly a year believing he might never see it again.

Raising what little remained of his family and then chasing rumors of Monty across unfamiliar lands, returning only to learn his son had stood within these borders...and disappeared once more. The feeling of coming home while still searching for family was one he wouldn't wish upon anyone. When his eyes found hers again, they held the same ice.

You sound... displaced he rumbled, the word Skuggamaður caught his attention, though he let it pass without question. Whatever language it belonged to, it carried no hostility. His ears flicked toward the valley behind him. Dawnbreak was built for those searching for a place to belong, those who needed somewhere to stand again, it had been that for him when he first arrived in Mythris all those years ago. He had offered it to several since then,

and now he could again.

We don't ask perfection from those who come here, his silver eyes settled on her with quiet scrutiny. We ask for honesty, a long silence stretched between them before he continued. If your memories return and they lead you elsewhere... he only blinked, then you leave, but until then...there may be a place for you here if you wish it his gaze swept over the border separating them. As long as you have no ill intent,

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