A wolf's head poked out of the tent's door, making him stop just a few steps from the vestibule. As it turned to look to each side, shadowed from the dusk's last light, the canine's missing jaw revealed the face of a man. The hardened yet fair expression on the wolf-skin clad hal-elf gave way to surprise upon seeing him.
"Lambe," the hunter greets with a smile as he steps out of his tent to offer his hand.
"Harrow," answers the ranger with a nod as he takes the offered hand for a shake. "Got something for you," he adds, eliciting an easy laugh from his host.
"Maltz got you running errands for him again?" Harrow inquired with an amused grin.
The ranger shook his head with a smile as he held up a bottle of his favorite brand, Flounder beer. He'd grown fond of the beverage during his time in Waterdeep and made sure to ask for the homegrown drink when chance presented itself, even years after.
"Aww," his friend exclaimed, grin on his wolf-gagging face, even as his hand made for the gift, "you didn't have to. I'm next door to a tavern, after all."
"I thought of commemorating the giants' attack here years ago," Lambe answers with a shrug. "Back when there was no tavern here, or much of anything else. When all you had for a neighbor was a church, and I don't think they serve these to just anyone," he adds with a smirk.
"Aye, I'll drink to that," his fellow woodsman said before disappearing back into his tent, only to return with a mug in each hand, offering him one. Harrow knew it just as well, when Nashkel barely had a wall to keep the dangers of the Cloudpeaks at bay. He'd been there to provide game for the few settlers and watch over the local wildlife. He'd watched his town grow. "What brought this on, all of a sudden?" He asked as he uncorks the bottle.
Lambe sets himself down on the ground by the tent's entrance, shaded by the cover. "An old friend has returned," he responds, thinking back on his recent conversation with Lance. He stared at the far banks of the river in front of them for a moment. "Got me thinking of old times..."
A simple nod was all he got as his friend quietly filled there mugs. Has it really been that long ago?
Lambe mused. He'd seen friends come and go. Some have moved on with their lives, while others have lost theirs. He was surprised, quite frankly, that he's managed to stay here on the Coast. He came here with a purpose and never meant to stay for long, but alas, he had. From joining the Elder Circle, more and more seemed to keep him from even thinking about walking away.
"You've come a long way, old friend," Harrow offered before having a taste of refreshment. Both men resigned to simply watching the rapids, each lost in their own thoughts as the sun slowly set behind them. They'd spend a moment in each other's quiet presence, like they usually do whenever he was passing through the town.
You never know how far you've gone until you look back...
The thought tugged on the corner of his lips at that moment, interrupted only by his friend's unexpected question, "So...when are you planning to settle down with someone?"