Role

Chapter 10

It was strange at first, as many people who Lanathalis encountered would give
him scared looks and a wide berth. They would look away and quicken their
pace, making Lanathalis suspicious at first for what could they be hiding?
Yet soon it had become too apparent as to the reason why was they believed
him to be an Outlander from this place called the Refuge? Truly, there were
those who people thought he belonged with while never speaking with them?
Perhaps they were a perfect place to start upon this long and dark road to
reclaim and preserving nature.

Though finding them turned out to be harder then expected to Lanathalis, as
any inquiry he made while passing through cities seem to gain him nothing. If
anything, those he spoke with seem to look at him in confusion yet Lanathalis
did not know why. Even at one point he was chased out of the city by a
fearful crowd screaming about the horrors that his kind had inflicted upon
them. Horrors? Lanathalis was starting to get an uneasy feeling about these
"Outlanders", for what could turn such people against Nature? The very thing
which gave birth to them and provided for all their needs? It was only
through sheer luck did Lanathalis find a lead to his quest, for as he was
walking upon an a road he found it to be littered with leaflets blowing upon
the wind. Snatching one out of the air, it seem to proclaim a sort of call to
arms for any and all seeking the Refuge. Finally, Lanathalis had a name and a
source as to where to get some answers.

Yet while he would find the truth, his soul would ache. He had found the
Refuge deep within the forest, though it took some time to get any to
actually speak with him. Ever fearful of outsiders, he could only feel their
presence watching him from the forest. It was to an elder ranger who emerged
that Lanathalis saw his first Outlander. The Harbinger, or so it was
whispered upon the wind by the unseen voices who watched.