Sleepy Fox Hollow A prayer to the stars

Singarti. Vlad would come up with a nickname for the new recruit soon enough, but nothing was coming to mind - yet. Vlad narrowed his eyes, peering over his nose at the loner. "Hev you kvestion?" he probed. Asking too many questions was just as telling a sign as not asking enough. Recruitment was a delicate balancing act, no matter how slap-dash and fun the Russian's approach made it look. Inside, he was thinking just as hard as his surly counterparts.