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

Drageda. a foreign name with foreign concepts. Baelfire would blink as the young man gestured, following his gaze. so, the coast then. he hadn't been there yet. "Lost Creek Hollow" he'd reply to the question, dipping his head now in the direction where he had come. the name was clear enough. a creek. a hollow. pretty damn simple. "I am Baelfire" he'd add in, choosing to broker some sort of deeper communication. he wasn't aiming for friendship but he didn't want to be awkward. his head would slightly tilt. "what language do you speak?"