Nocturne Summit New Bohemia

The meaning in his words was echoed in the way she responded. A narrow smile twitched at Cicero's lips and broke his grimace, and he started getting up while she looked away for a while. He wondered what went on in her head as she looked over the view; if anything at all. Cicero felt as though he shoud have felt used at her threat and easy dismissal, like a piece of waste that she had used and was now done with. But somehow, he did not, for if nothing else, at least he had been able to dull her fear and make her feel in control.

And the fact that she spoke so boldly meant that she still was. Cicero squinted his eyes in pain as he put pressure on his wounded leg, and then he turned away wordlessly.

He looked over his shoulder after taking a step or two and said, "If it ever is time for the red girl to talk, or if she wishes to feel alive again some day, howl for fight club at the greatwater lake between us and the mountains." And he would come, for he frequently visited the lake. He was not yet ready to share his name and pack, because remaining nameless seemed a better idea.

Cicero walked away then, as well as he could, turning away from the girl and her sorrows. He wished that he could have helped her, but then, were he in her shoes he was not so sure if he would have accepted a stranger's help. Life could be strange that way.

Cicero started travelling home, for he'd had his share of gruesome encounters out in the Wilds for now.