[SE] heavy boxes and heavy hearts

Since the Family's departure - and, frankly, even before that - Liam had been adrift. For so long, he'd been hunting roses with Maea, but when his need and desire to find a flower evaporated, replaced by the violet haze that colored his thoughts these days, so, too, had his purpose. And with that removed, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do next. But he also wasn't content to just sit around in the Greatwood anymore, and so he had begun to travel. Sometimes, he went to Stormbreak. Other times, he visited the other regions. On this particular day, he'd come to King's End. New Haven was bustling, and he wandered for a time, window shopping here and getting some lunch there, until finally he spotted a familiar face. Breaking into a smile, he strode towards Zavien and Sol. "Hey, Zav," he said, completely at ease and unaware of the other man's ring that identified Liam as a Friend of the Family. "What're you up to?" Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes