Grouse Thicket I’m a chimpanzee

The black chick still hadn't said her name. She was just being sketchy for the sake of being sketchy as far as he could tell. Didn't exactly inspire him to share more or to say what few lines were fake. If she wasn't gonna be upfront with her details, then right now? No trust. Not earned. And making fun of his accent? A slight huff of irritation that wasn't totally fake -- it was fairly similar to how he talked as a kid, when he'd had zero education, zero refinement and been released into the world without any guidance. If you're gonna go all high-brow on me, that ain't gonna work out. And if you guys live around here, that'd be a little far for fun anyway, y'know? I gotta be getting back before folks miss me too much, this is way farther than I was plannin' to be. He said that with a bit of a cheeky grin that didn't last too horribly long, You're gonna have to find yourself a different prince to give you that title -- this weather ain't the type to make it a good idea now. Even if he wasn't thinking that he needed to get back to Neverwinter sooner than later, he didn't trust her enough to spar. The prince bit was clearly hyperbole.

A little more serious as he continued, Look, if you run into someone that might be her, you let her know I was lookin' for her, yeah? If she wants to make up for ditchin', the pack I'm from's up north, Elysium. Should be pretty easy for her to find it, wasn't far from where I saw her. Again, not a lie, just an odd combination of truths. Where he'd met her was close to Neverwinter, both Neverwinter and Elysium were north, he was originally from Elysium, etc. And no matter what organization of truths, there was one thing clear: it was time to go, and there wasn't anything he was gonna get out of these two.