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Though he heard the stranger coming, Penn was still surprised. He turned to his right to watch the stranger as he took his final approaching steps, though the Blackthorn made no move to stand and greet him. He didn’t even really lift his head, just tilted it against the sand so he could peer over at the man. He was old. Old enough to be Penn’s father. Maybe even his grandfather. His voice when he spoke sounded somehow ageless to Penn’s ears. It was… kinda freaky.

”I’m sure it is,” Penn replied, looking away again, ”Wish it would hurry up. I’ve been laying here for weeks waiting on it.” A lie, but not entirely. He has been there for weeks, but it wasn’t his desire to be there when the sun came back that had kept him.