Sunset Valley I don't know who Al Gore is and at this point, I'm too afraid to ask

South. He'd have to remember that. Timberlake was fairly good with directions, though landmarks helped. He would have done a jump for joy if he could read her mind regarding the maplewood; it would be so cool to see the place where he and his family had once stayed.

Instead, he was burning daylight just standing here—though time spent in conversation was never a waste. Thank you, he replied, grinning at Uriel. Good luck with your own pack. Maybe I will visit when I'm on my way home. He liked the woman, so there was a good chance that he would.

The young man gave her a small bow, the gesture only slightly awkward as he mulled over where to go next. Once she gave him some sign of farewell, he'd be on his way.