Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

He still wasn't sure what the man wanted from him, if anything at all, and had half the mind to simply leave the scene without another word. Redshank wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep forever, done with the strangeness of the coastal wolves. The other's reply was curious however — a grand claim to retake his father's home. Redshank found himself staring at the other, mouth parted slightly. He almost wanted to ask of his father but quickly realised that would just invite the man to stick around longer.

A crew. He was recruiting, then. The boy snorted, giving the other an incredulous raise of his brows. He would not find many on the coast if this was the only place he was searching; Redshank had only found ferals and weirdos here — including this brute himself. Maybe that was the exact sort he was looking for.

"Well," the boy said with a shrug, moving slightly as if to end the conversation, keen to rid himself of the stranger. He took another glance at the wound across his throat once more, wincing. It didn't seem to even bother him. His eyes looked up then at the man's bi-toned gaze, again recognising no familial connections within. The other was as much a stranger as any other to the wayward Cairn. He lifted his chin. "Good luck with that." He provided no indication that he would take him up on his word of coming to test his mettle, curiousity mitigated by the corsair's attitude. He still wasn't completely against the idea, however.