Yes, I do quite realize how I missed posting yesterday. It took me a while to realize this, though that female's dream was much more than twenty five years old. Meaning, I would not have even been born yet, much less looking for him.
Why did I not post yesterday? Well, almost succeeding in getting myself slaughtered by a hoarde of dwarves (I've come to the realization that they do not seem to like my kind very much), I've also discovered what that wise tree meant. What one is most used to...
He had to have returned to his isolation, in somewhere that I would never surmise...
I expect that he's set up all of the normal requirements-- contacts for making his clothing, and supplying him with whatever he may actually desire. I know that he only drinks the blood of large forest animals, seeing as I've stumbled across him feeding only once before. I was horrified, before I found out that he needed it to live, and that he never actually killed the animals.
I never went looking for him after dark again, because even though he was gone, I knew what he was doing.
At least, until the morning he didn't come back.
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