He sighs for
a moment, unusually taken back to a place he loves. “The memory of
a lake...” he mutters to himself, before wearily taking to his
feet.
“Now
then,” he says to himself, “How to move around this place when
the Lord of Doors is looking for you?”
He looks out
over the lake once more, sighs and turns to walk towards the tree
line, contemplating his own question.
“What I
need is a collapsible door,” he chuckles to himself, “or
maybe...” He pauses as an idea strikes home. “Maybe, indeed.”
He says, and begins walking at a brisk pace, pushing through the
undergrowth. It's hard going for a while, but luckily it isn't long
before he stumbles onto a path.
“That's a
bit fortunate,” he says warily. “Never mind, a market. I need
to find a market.”
