Even after meeting Anon near the Fey Wild forest, Price found traveling through Herion an adventure. They wandered the plains between the northern sea and the mountains, without planning to visit Ashait, Escia, or the Dragon Isles. Being with Anon comforts Price, who’s lonely after losing his Taske members. He misses Soap, Ghost, Gaz, and Nikolai. He sighs, staring at their campfire, fingers drumming on his sword hilt. He’s startled by Anon clearing their throat. “Ah, apologies luv. Mind went wanderin’,” he says, sitting up straighter. “How’s the quail? I cooked it with those spices you like.”