Redsand Canyon that’s why i’m calling you back on my way through.

Talking had been the wrong thing. He should've put the mental walls up again and left her there. Save himself from the woman's curiosity. What he thought might satiate it only exacerbated it and drew a deeper scowl from Glaukos.

Her three questions further threw him. Glaukos resisted the urge to roll his eyes but the tone of his voice became something petulant.

It was a valley marked by a... a large boulder. He didn't remember much beyond that. The witch called me Nuak. She acted like I was family; fed me, lured me to her home, and kept me there against my will.

Glaukos' brooding gaze became glassy, as he spaced out, retelling things from fragmented memories. It felt like a lifetime ago. When a friend of mine came to my rescue, I took the opportunity to... mess their shit up. Their homes. I found something precious to the witch in one of them.

He thought of the piece of boar tusk. It snapped him out of the recollection sharply and with a grunt, Glaukos swallowed down any residual emotions connected to the memories. Shaking his head lightly as if that might clear his brain of incongruent images.