Kintla Flatlands That's just how I feel

"Endore..." Viggo repeated to himself, trying to remember where he had heard that surname before. It was from his grandfather's side, he thought, although he couldn't recall the specifics. If there was any relation, it must not have been terribly close. As far as Viggo was concerned, the female in front of him was not related to him in the slightest. Even if she had been, he wasn't sure it would have deterred him from his attitude. While he did not know it, his grandfather had spent the first years of his life lusting after his sister.

"Well, Ms. Endore, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked casually, although he did not expect much of an answer. In all honesty, he wasn't sure how he would have answered the same question. Right now, he was just exploring, trying to get the lay of the land. But how he had come to be here was a slightly longer story.