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there was no answer from the man.
a piggish sound, then truffle-hunting, was the best way to describe it.
orthaon wondered what do say, for he could not be of help - perhaps he should move on.
the thought of a mother and daughter lost was heart-wrenching but it was the way of the world, and this man was not his charge. it had been too long since the wanderer had a purpose; he did not think the gods as kindly things, but perhaps they knew of his loneliness, and this could be an opportunity.
quick-thinking and calm, that was orthaon. if the gods saw fit to place this pig-man before him, who was he to refuse?
i will hunt with you.
it was not a request; the pig-man looked worn down by the fates, it was only right that orthaon lend his two good eyes.
if i find them, who do i call for? where shall i bring them?