Firre was disturbed, but why, he couldn't lay a fingerpad on.

He knew it was about Farre.� Everything lately had been about Farrre.� The boy had taken his father's name, but little else.� Now the shaman was filling his head with 'visions' and 'purpose'...

Firre took up an old spear,� and began sharpening it.� There was only so much edge one could put on a speartip before it was whittled to nothing, but he felt sure he could hone this one.

Here's another character that hasn't appeared in a great long while.� This is Farre's father, last seen in November.� His name is Firre.� Pronounced with a short 'i' sound, as two syllables, with a sort of mini growl for the double 'r'.� "Fi-RRe"

Yes, I am lazy with character names.

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