Greatwater Lake there are theives who rob us blind

he hid his shock when she spoke. she greeted him with his old language, just as minori had. now he was starting to believe that he knew her somehow. he had to have met her somewhere. “likewise,” he replied. “i’m traveling with someone.”

“i feel like i know you from somewhere,” he commented softly. so quietly that it was barely audible. “what’s your name?”