Blackbeak Bluff who would like to hear the gruesome details.

Penn hadn’t really wanted any company. He’d wanted to be alone so he could stew about how lonely he felt in solitude. He didn’t realize how ass backwards that was, not even when he spotted the stranger further down the cliffs and felt the stir of interest. He could use the distraction of company, he decided. He also decided he could use some sympathy, though he wasn’t entirely conscious of this latter decision.

”You need something?” Penn asked, his tone indifferent, though his attention was not.