Firestone Hot Springs i am heaven sent

When his gaze settled on the stranger’s form—tall, pale, and gangly—Daighre half-expected many things.
 
Maybe the blubbering, panicked, watery words of some socially incompetent wreck. Maybe the childish, annoying defiance of some yearling that needed to be taught a lesson. What he didn’t, expect, however was silence, stony and stalwart.
 
It made his hackles bristle and set his already fragile temper on edge as he continued to only stare, silent and unspeaking, like he knew something Daighre didn’t. Like he knew better than him. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, and it wasn’t just the smell of rotting shit in the air.
 
“Whatever.” He huffed, finally, deciding. The bastard wasn’t worth his time. His attention.
 
And as he went to walk pass and leave the creep behind, from under his breath—
 
“Fucking freak.”