Big Salmon Lake Vague statements

He hadn't even said anything of substance and yet she seemed almost kinda amused?  What did he do?  Whatever it was, he wanted to preserve it for later use and study.  The Blackthorn escapade had left him a little wary, but why wouldn't it? He'd gone out expecting to go find some nice ladies to talk to and instead he found one that was far more interested in trying to basically browbeat him into giving whatever information she so desired.  Given that was basically his first trip out to do so, he was half expecting her to suddenly switch faces and demand something irrational.  But no, not yet at least.

He took a seat also, a slight tilt to his head as he pondered what she'd said.  Fortune telling, eh?  More like mourning the fact that winter doesn't ever want to end.  But if you're saying it can tell the future, by all means enlighten me.  What was he even planning to say before she'd broached the topic?  Who the hell knew.  Quixote was just winging it at this point.  Trying to play nice didn't come naturally to him, and in fact it made him feel quite out of place.  But people would be more cooperative if he tried to be nice, right? Ug. The world should just operate on sarcasm and snark.