The Tangle Explode your hours and you'll see how time will transform.

Baelfire would blink at the other's own hail. he knew enough to assume that it was a form of 'hello' the other spoke but in an entirely different language. he wasn't one to assume but judging by the fact the other did not charge blindly at him for his own greeting, the man assumed it was friendly enough. who was he to judge if someone was gruff? he was always gruff himself. "vendui" he'd reply in his own tongue, keeping a respectful distance still. "do you live around here?" the salty tang of the other's coat was enough to tell him he did not. but he supposed it was just polite to ask.