Redhawk Caldera Misplaced hours

He nodded. If he knew what he was doing, Quixote wasn't gonna even attempt to interfere other than thinking to himself that he'd definitely be trying to keep off the leg if it was him -- it'd probably get waggled about enough just from him failing to hop about with a leg off the ground.  Either way, at least explained how he'd still have a wound from the war so long after.  Got a thing on my nose, but the group I was in did a pretty good job at running them off.   I think the ones we fought weren't too organized.  Tried to pick off.. Uh.  That older kid of Finley's.  The one from Drageda, now he's here.  Or at least according to timelines, the writer is pretty sure that's an apt description of Eljay.

They weren't too far from the cache now, were they?  Quixote wasn't gonna ask him to walk all the way over unless he wanted to. What are you gonna want?  A snack or something a bit more filling?  Though he was pretty sure he heard a stomach growl, he knew healing sometimes did weird things to appetites -- some got voracious, others much less so, and honestly as long as everyone ended up better in the end, he wasn't one to judge.  The only real problem was he wasn't sure what all was buried in the depths there besides the small items he'd added to it, which he kept adding and removing as luck struck him.  There was likely something, though, he'd just have to poke around for it.