Redsand Canyon when you wake up hungover, you wish you were sober

that sounds nice, drakon said a little wistfully, battling with his emotions as he began to overthink the interaction. he felt certain that this man - crowfeather - was judging him. surely he thought less of him for his lack of education. it was obvious in the way he questioned him, coarse and suspicious -

stop it, drakon told himself, you're being paranoid.

i'm one of the soldiers. pretty new here though. germanicus found me, he thought it best to leave out the details of that particular encounter. what about you?