Sitting and staring into a fire Crow, well past drunk awaits his closest friend. After a time and many more drinks Vyr approaches.
"Brother, you havent seen in many months, I thought you lost to us." the golem says.
"I've been here. Attempting to commune with my gods. They've gone silent you know. They've abandoned me. As I'm sure yours have. Our faith wont save us here. Odin doesnt hear my pleas, nor Thor, nor Freya, nor Baldur, nor Tyr. I hear silence no sacrifice appeases them here. This truly is a land outside of our homes. Asaheim is lost to me. Along with the wolf inside myself. I feel it just under the skin begging to come to out, fighting for its freedom, swearing revenge against those that chained it up." Crow replys, emptying another mug of ale.
The stone creature just stares.
"I dont know what you remember and what you dont, but I've written down most of what you need to know." Crow hands him a journal penned by his own hand, written during the time Vyr was a solider for Asaheim in the mage war until the events led them to Orn.
"My brother, my friend, I'm leaving for now. I've lost what it means to be Norse. The gods no longer answer me, I was once a berserker and wore a wolves skin as armor, then I gained the form of the wolf. I became a man in wolves skin. These is lost to me and I fear what impulses I may fall to. Dark times near and I am unable to resist the call of the wild. I must leave, be alone. I must hunt and kill and live as I once did, I shall life or die by my hand alone I shall return to my former self, I shall return as the white wolf of Asaheim or i shall not return at all." Crow looks into the hollow eyes of the stone creature. "I must find myself again. I must relearn control of this beast within me, for I fear it shall one day consume all I love, I am its master and not the other way round."
Crow leans back and fetches an item from his pack, "I'm leaving you my dagger, it will serve you well. It's called Ash."
With those last words Crow grabs his pack and heads out into the woods alone.
"Fear not Vyr Zankorel, I have lived many lives, I've been Logan Macgriogair and High Inquistor, I've been Warden of Asaheim and I've been a petty thief stealing to survive, I will return and I will return with this wolf inside me under my control. I am the white wolf of Asaheim and I shall as the white wolf of Orn. I'm a wolf in human shape, every man is prey."
Vyr stares into the fire, watching the dancing flames casting back reflections on his crossed obsidian arms. Flickers of light dance off the mithril webs inlaid in various places.
Vyr nods his head at Crow, taking the offered gifts and stows them in a pouch at his side. "My thanks, brother, this journal should fill in the gaps that remained from the dream induced state brought about in the autumn of last year."
Again Vyr looks into the fire remembering people long lost to winds of time, Rithen the swordsman who taught him the blade, the diminutive Boggran who taught him that power and strength are formed within, and lastly Lillith, the strong woman he came to love. With the last memory came a familiar ache in his chest. Vyr unconsciously rubs his chest, then chuckles at the smooth stone under his touch...it was good to remember some things at last.
He looks down at the seated Crow, and says, "Fare you well brother, I hope this divergent path does not keep you from the battles surrounding this place for long."
" My left flank feels exposed without your blade and shield, but I understand your journey, and go knwing I will continue here striving to find our place in this swirl of chaos."