Sun Mote Copse Landlocked.

The wolf listened, only to jab holes in his words with quick derisive commentary. Alizarin wasn't sure how to take that; he was used to much more abrasive behavior so this still wasn't the worst conversation he'd ever had, interview or not, but he was also road-weary and hungry, which made him somewhat short tempered.

He should just get it over with and introduce himself. Wanting to distance himself from Tortuga at this point in his life, he opted for his birth name - mostly - and chose to drop his surname for now. He knew he wasn't far from the coast where his mother lived, and wasn't sure how notorious the Rivaini name might be.

I'm Reyes. I come from up the coast - a region called Tortuga. Wasn't born there, more like.. Ended up there. Ran with a few crews that I didn't agree with but I did my time, then left. I ain't there now because I value my sanity. The people there have questionable morals and I'm sick 'o all that. He was as candid as he thought was appropriate, knowing that some details would only lead to more questions - and maybe cost him this opportunity.

Look - I'm wantin' to start over somewhere clean, ride out the winter and maybe beyond that if ya find me worth keepin'. I won't eat more than my fair share, and I can put the work in. And with that, he finally shut his gob.