The Sentinels Tempest-tossed and Seasick

Tahoe was satisfied with the answer. He didn’t think they’d find anything anyway, it was a fair deal and worth a shot in the least. If by chance, they succeeded, both would simply go on their own ways; unless the stranger felt like sticking around. He would evaluate the man’s abilities before extending out an invitation. 

Deal. You a loner? He asked, turning, beckoning for him to join on a stroll. The answer seemed apparent enough, but he thought to ask anyway—in case the stranger wanted to elaborate.