Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

There was something cathartic about voicing his grievances to somebody who appeared to listen. It was doubtful that anything would change, but boy howdy did it feel nice to get that off his chest for once. He was placated by her apology, however thin it was. It wasn't as if a quick "sorry" would do away with the constant bounty on his head, but whatever, he would take what he could get. He didn't really have a choice in the matter.

Draper Featherwind, he said when she offered her own name.

He let the silence settle in for a second, feeling that it was now less tense than it had been before his verbal tirade. If she did have friends on the way, they probably heard all of that. Well, good for them. They deserved to hear it.