Firefly Glen so shave your face with some mace in the dark

Warmth was not a word he would have considered when studying the woman before him—though upon revealing his name, he noticed the gleam in her eyes flicker to something else, and only when she provided her own surname did he grasp why.

The sharing of a last name might have intrigued her, but Pippin could only feel a wave of foreboding drift over him. He had spent minimal time with the Ostrega’s in Sedona Valley, but none of his immediate family had been there. So which branch did she extend from? Did she know the shame he seemingly brought upon his family? When it had all happened on the Sunspire Mountains and his first kill ever?

His tongue slid over his lips thoughtfully, unsure how to navigate this conversation and trying not to reveal his frayed thoughts to the likely astute woman before him. “No one, now,” he responded. “Just drifting.”