Barrow Fields you're in my bad books

he offered a few weak blinks in the man's direction before parting his lips to speak. "looking for something to eat" came his response, honest and to the point.

funny enough, the nervousness had scared away any appetite he had previously had and replaced it with something akin to agitation. now he just wanted to be rid of this place, the hairs along his nape prickling at the thought of being stuck in the field any longer than he needed to be.