Hushed Willows oh lazarus, how did your debts get paid?

There was a point at which the mannered Trick started to tip and—at least to Mordecai—a shred of arrogance bloomed. Even behind the saccharine words it still bled, but just how far or the precise depth was something he could not ascertain. But then again, it may have simply been the inclination Mordecai took when it came to the unfamiliar; they had dealt with their share of less than stable bodies when trying to bolster their own numbers. In a way, Trick reminded him of Cara sans the brashness and naivety of youth. He could not help but wonder as the dark-haired patrol ventured off how she faired, but that too was an answer he would never discover.

He moved on then, coming up alongside Harlyn with much more warmth and mirth than he had mustered for their company. Whatever reservations he held went along the wayside as they ventured on; for now he was simply content to have been reunited with his family. "I never meant to be away for so long," he explained to her, "but I missed you." His search for herds had all been in vain. He hadn't found any, at least none that wouldn't have removed him even further from them all.