Alpine Lake Hanging memories on the high line poles

Colt shook his head dismissively. "For now, yeah, but I don't claim it.  Intrude away," he said, with an exansive gesture, before rolling into a more upright position.  "Aditya, eh?  Colt.  Local vagabond, of recent."  The introduction was one he'd used frequently in the past, and it flowed rather easily from him.  "You a wanderer too, or just passing through?"