Warren was quiet for the majority of their expedition. His attention was in a constant spiral of keeping track of where they were, where they were going, how far Howl and Sei might have made it, how much snow had fallen since then... The battle to remain focused was more difficult in the cold light of day than he expected.
The fact of the matter was that Coerthas was too big and Warren's intuition was not enough to narrow down the field by any significant degree. The search took them well away from the beaten paths and was difficult enough to force their progress to slow to a near crawl at times. Warren wasn't even entirely sure what he was looking for. His attention caught on every track, every cave, every half-buried rock or tree. Every potential sign set his nerves on edge, short-lived confirmation before his perception revealed otherwise. He was waiting for the sword to drop, and despite realizing that he was enslaved to it.
The search was fruitless. By the time the pair arrived back in Whitebrim, Warren looked worn through. He was thankful for the meal provided for him in comparison to the suitable-yet-lacking rations he'd acquired for their lunchtime break. There was a clear line between their intentions that wasn't lost on him.
Warren was aware he was miserable company. He responded to conversation but without vigor, and once again the weight of the world seemed to crash upon his shoulders. His gratitude was genuine, however, when it came time for them to part for their rooms and he thanked her for providing the meal and insuring a place to rest their heads. He didn't want to rest on his laurels, however, and made for bed not long after meal.
The fact of the matter was that Coerthas was too big and Warren's intuition was not enough to narrow down the field by any significant degree. The search took them well away from the beaten paths and was difficult enough to force their progress to slow to a near crawl at times. Warren wasn't even entirely sure what he was looking for. His attention caught on every track, every cave, every half-buried rock or tree. Every potential sign set his nerves on edge, short-lived confirmation before his perception revealed otherwise. He was waiting for the sword to drop, and despite realizing that he was enslaved to it.
The search was fruitless. By the time the pair arrived back in Whitebrim, Warren looked worn through. He was thankful for the meal provided for him in comparison to the suitable-yet-lacking rations he'd acquired for their lunchtime break. There was a clear line between their intentions that wasn't lost on him.
Warren was aware he was miserable company. He responded to conversation but without vigor, and once again the weight of the world seemed to crash upon his shoulders. His gratitude was genuine, however, when it came time for them to part for their rooms and he thanked her for providing the meal and insuring a place to rest their heads. He didn't want to rest on his laurels, however, and made for bed not long after meal.
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