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So it seemed he had been a busy man, so busy that he had succumbed to his exhaustion out here in the open. East felt bad for bringing it up but was glad he had been the one to stumble upon the tired man. He dipped his head in response, understanding in his expression, and he said no more about it.

He nodded in response to his observation. I am, he replied. For some time now. He left out why he had left and where he had come from, unwilling to delve into his past. He tried to avoid even thinking about Drageda if he could, although that was an impossible task. Still, it was not really a topic to discuss with someone he barely knew. I'm Eastwood, he offered instead.