Dawnlark Plains trying for years to flee

"I tripped - don't worry about it," he said, not worried about it much himself. To appease the medic beside him, he leaned down to sift his nose through the snow, dulling the ache somewhat. His ears, though, were pricked attentively toward the stranger - Mona. Mona Mayfair.

Slowly, Grayday shook his head. "I'm sorry, kiddo. Never met anyone by the name of Lasher," he said, feeling bad that he couldn't answer her questions about him. "Pema?" he asked, hoping the other woman might have an idea.