As I grew in strength an experience, I soon felt that hunting was not enough. I longed for companionship. I reached out to many exiles for friendship. Most were warm and forth coming and for awhile I hunted regularly with some of them, like Guinness and Largo, and of course with Geo.
A certain playfulness characterized my hunts with Guinness, and we often exchanged quips and ribbed one another. But one can't predict the vagaries of fate, and he and some of my other regular partners went off on long journeys, or into seclusion for reasons of their own. Some days I wandered the fields and forests alone, hunting until I was too weak to do more than stagger back to town where Stora would faithfully heal me. I did not hold this against anyone; I too sometimes have been forced to set aside my hunting when other cares demanded my attention. And As I grew more experienced and stronger, I could nearly always find a hunt to join.
But still I felt something was missing.
A certain playfulness characterized my hunts with Guinness, and we often exchanged quips and ribbed one another. But one can't predict the vagaries of fate, and he and some of my other regular partners went off on long journeys, or into seclusion for reasons of their own. Some days I wandered the fields and forests alone, hunting until I was too weak to do more than stagger back to town where Stora would faithfully heal me. I did not hold this against anyone; I too sometimes have been forced to set aside my hunting when other cares demanded my attention. And As I grew more experienced and stronger, I could nearly always find a hunt to join.
But still I felt something was missing.
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