Moonspear You can't be too careful anymore

Ah, that question again. At least that question he could answer with relative ease, though he wondered if changing the answer to it would have any effect at all. He wouldn't do that today, or at least where collaborating ears were likely to be. She wouldn't be the last one to make conversation out of where he had come from.

"From the south," he started off, "a good few weeks away at least. Not too terribly different from here I suppose with the mountains and what not. Might've been a touch drier." And maybe the seasons weren't so pronounced, but he didn't put a lot of thought into it. He remembered parts of that landscape fondly even if the memories tied to them were not.

"What else would you like to know?"