A knight rode north with a hateful wave of scoria and ash at his back, the remnants of his homeland devoured in his step. Entering into the wild Cato sought refuge in the mountains overlooking the vale where he wed his wife. What Nature had given it was now taking away, as it does all things. Cato entered into the shadow of the mountains and came across a glade with broad trees, their roots manacled by a mass of weeds. This shall serve as my new home until Nature take me too, thought Cato.