Redsand Canyon Is there something we're still missing?

The snow was cold, obviously. It was refreshing. Glaukos had not realized how warm his face felt. How constricted everything about his body seemed, with the muscle ache of his past work.

Had he known before that a head injury could cause the loss of time, perhaps he'd have sought them out. There were a plethora of memories Glaukos would love to expunge from his permanent record.

He snorted when he heard her speak these things, blowing a few accidental bubbles in to the meltwater.

What is your name?

He was about to say, ain't got one, but caught himself at the last second. The general calls me Glaukos. He does not ask for her own.