Moonspear wilding like that coyote

Yes, this is what this was—he was a puzzle out of a rummage bin from an unmarked box. The time had come to flip the pieces right and try to piece together the whole scene and pray all was there. Rannoch had opted to start at a corner, and as it were the corner was often the foundation of where the rest of those pieces would lay.

"Not at all," Dirge said, trailing to continue, "I suppose I am a stranger in a strange place. Figuratively speaking of course. I came from the south, a place not unlike this to be fair." It may have seemed a vague answer, but truth be told Dirge did not remember every ramble stream or mountain range between here and there. The compass had spun every which way when the days had been long and the summer nights warm.

A sly smile flickered across his features; his turn to ask.

"What about you?