It had been over a year... but once he had felt lost, he knew this was the place he needed to visit. To find himself and purpose as well as family, love and light. This time however... this time the mists had wanted different.
The shape of the elderly man leans heavy on his walking stick as he confronts the entrance to the former home of the banned Wayfarer kinship lodge. The man's deep breaths combined with a frantic stare could easily be taken for a heart attack. With silent whimpering he forced himself back from the doorway. The shock after having finished reading the decree nailed to the door was strong and it pierced his very being.
This is not possible... how...?
Casting nervous glances around him, he tries to collect himself and carefully tucks away the pendant he wore around his neck. He had sought his old home, but the nightmare just continues. Trying to straighten himself, he takes a few stumbling steps out to the road, stopping to regain balance.
Having found bearing again he hurried down the street toward the outskirts, he bows his head letting the broad brim of his hat hide eyes filled with agony and tears. The warm memories of the kinship lodge had turned into another dark mystery.