He returned back to these lands. What had pulled him back was unknown but he was here nonetheless. Any prior ties had been cut with sharp scissors. He was not a new man, he just merely had no time for old things.
Time had rebirthed him.
Perhaps that was why he challenged himself with such rough terrain. Granted he would learn soon enough he was not the only one here. His limbs ached yet he kept pushing on. Foolish perhaps. Especially mentioning he was a loner with no means to care for himself. If he broke or bent something he would be as such. Kalganov was willing to pay the price.
A slumped figure caught his attention. They looked so peaceful. Sadly he had never been one for keeping peace. Anything worthwhile?
His lips formed a small O shape as his eyes wandered to where she had pointed. It was a decent climbed that he had not talk time to consider. He did not comment on it though. The ache in his legs was his own internal dialogue for himself.
A brow softly raised at her questions. Nosy little thing. He supposed he had brought that upon himself and he couldn't say he'd be much different if the roles were reversed. Kalganov.
He introduced plainly. There was no warm welcoming expression anywhere on him. Granted it was worth noting he was not completely closed off from interaction either. And I don't need anything. Thought I'd just get to know the locals.
He said with a smile that didn't seem to reach his eyes.
Far from here.
He easily gave as he settled onto his rear, taking up a more relaxed position. So yes, I suppose I am traveling.
Granted he had no clue where or why. He was simply doing what his instinctual mind told him to do. If it told him to keep going on his lungs gave out then he would.
I take it you're not exactly from here?
He asked as he looked up the mountain. If neither of them were able to make the climb, well, then that hinted that neither of them were from this part of the lands.
Woods to the east. Right. He would try to keep that in mind but would likely soon forget it for he wasn't sure it would do him good (and how could Kalganov know his writer was going to slightly fudge timelines?). His pale green eyes stared off into the distance, drinking in the knowledge of the lands she had shared.
When he heard her name, his eyes seemed to come to life finally. While they did not widen or even shrink there was a flicker of emotion in them. Something positive but there was no real word for it. A nice name. Much easier to say than mine.
The faintest traces of a smile laced his ebony lips.