Cass was on the edge of the hunting ground, though not from fear of the stronger monsters on the inside.
The air in the hunting ground was thick with the scent of damp earth and the unique natural energy, a stark contrast to the sterile halls of his noble house or the familiar, humane inns.
Instead of the life of a tool, he had chosen to be here, to join the others on this mad, exciting quest for a suitable mount.
He had been hesitant when Aria suggested the lake.
His initial instruction from the party was to stay in Haimdel, lay low, and be the party's inconspicuous anchor.
But after the conversation with the family's knights, after trading a piece of his inherited freedom for the right to follow Aria, he felt an urgent need to prove his worth.
He was tired of being the 'young Lord' who needed protection.
