Moonspear technicolor

Her words grew his gaze away; it would have seemed a darker cloud lingered on their horizon than just the rain clouds. He tired of this too, but many political things and their ilk were tiring. But they could not afford to be ignorant to the evils that lurked in the shadow of their mountain—evils he wondered could have ever been avoided if only he had stayed moving.

It was a fleeting thought.

"Where?" How close could this unsavory lot be? Or perhaps such knowledge she did not know, but he had his doubts that Hydra had not shied away from obtaining such information.