Lost Creek Hollow and blinking, step into the sun

Luckily for both of them, Rannoch picked up the conversation. Gannet did not mind the silence in any way, and did not find it uncomfortable, but it would be a pretty boring thread if he was left to drive.

Rannoch's question was an easy one to answer. No. I didn't know before. He'd had no clue what he wanted to do with himself prior to settling on this path. But I knew I like to help. This makes sense. He looked at the plants around them as they walked, but none seemed a useful sort. What do you like to do? Rannoch was a leader here, but aside from that, Gannet knew very little about him.