Sunset Valley A Walk Through the Woods

Perhaps Alejandro was more insufferable than Tahoe might have hoped. Still, he'd never shied away from a potential ally, or tool, or perhaps even a companion now that he was thinking more for himself. He watched the ruffian with interest, blue eyes scanning him over again and taking in his body language. If nothing else, he was interesting, and Ale was always interested in meeting interesting characters. 

"I'd hope you'd never heard of a bush killing someone," he said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "My name is Alejandro St. Clair. You can call me Ale, or Alexandre, or whatever. I go by an overabundance of names," he joked, shrugging his shoulders. 

Tipping his head, Alejandro inquired, "You know where you happen to be heading?"