Whitefish River Do I Even Wanna Know?

The man was a natural conversationalist -- at least in Riley's opinion. He had the conversational dexterity of a shark, so maybe that wasn't saying much.

He flipped an ear back at the mention of Orlaith, followed by the mention of him being involved in saving her. He'd maybe done that - she maybe was exaggerating a bit. Either way, Riley didn't feel like a hero.

For several seconds they walked in silence, Riley turning over each of his options as if they were windmilling about. What was even worthy saying about him? Why did this guy want to know? Was he genuinely nice, or was he genuinely nosy?

"Uh," Riley grunted, grasping at straws. "Maybe you go first."