Whitewater Gorge he told me to sing

The stranger turn and addressed Aulus with sarcasm on his tongue. And it was then that he realized how trivial the observation was. A thought best left in his mind. Now he was locked into conversation.
Who attacked you? Aulus’s question had purpose. Too many wounds littered his coat to have been the work of one assailant. Either this man was a lousy fighter, or he was ambushed by a group of sorts. Or both. Either way he’d like to know. It’s crucial to know who to steer clear from if he were to wander these lands alone.