He's out on a walk. It's late, the stars are out, and he has a wolf pelt draped over his shoulder from a hunt earlier. Eden's night flowers were at full bloom, drinking in the light of the moon, the air well tempered, barely disturbing the grass. He stretches his arms towards the sky and sits in the grass. He doesn't even notice someone else is watching until he hears a twig snap. He flinches, and looks over his shoulder, but relaxes as he sees his childhood best friend. He was in neutral territory between factions, it wasn't uncommon to see people from other factions wandering here, but it was certainly uncommon for them to communicate. Forbidden even. He pretends to keep his eyes forward but says under his breath

"Took you long enough, I was starting to think you wouldn't show up, Fable."