Woe was the tale of Ammon and his trek across the lands in his quest to find his sister. For the millionth time this week Ammon had found himself lost without an idea on how to get himself back on the right track. Then again, the rogue lands might as well be an endless path with no real destination. The young male sighed. Why couldn't he track? Was it so impossible to sniff the air and be able to find food, water and for the love of the gods a path that used often? Nope, apparently that seemed to much to ask. Ammon wondered if the gods were punishing him for a past life or something. Maybe they were angry he had left his pride. Er, maybe not. He wasn't able to track well there either.
And so he hung his head in shame. "Would it be to much to ask for a little guidance?" Ammon asked with a pleading tone as he raised his head to the heavens. "Please? Just one good shove in the direction that can lead me to anywhere else?" Ammon further pleaded. When he felt and saw no response he returned to hanging his head as he walked. Little did he know he had found his way to the Seorsa-fala pride and was just within it's borders. Obviously the guards had figured he wasn't a threat. He wouldn't have blamed them. He was far to distraught to be dangerous against them or anyone else. Not that he would be though.
