Whitefish River ashes, ashes, we all fall down

A fortnight feels long, and though Eve would loathe to keep family from meeting part of him wishes to go “haha, nvm, all a joke, you gotta stay here now”. Far from professional, and perhaps if he were more selfish, he would listen to that voice. Alas, Eve does not like stepping on toes unless need be.

He frowns in disapproval at her choice to deny an escort, too, but he must trust Dawn—she must have been a loner for a time being, and she has been around at least as long as he has within the Teekons… so it is true that she would know these lands well.

I’ll, uh, ask around and see if anyone’s interested. Truth be told, so far he’s unaware if any are going for hunter—most seem to be keeping Speedy busy going for medic, or Ira with mercenary.  

Otherwise, you’ll be stuck with me. Eve chuckles.