Neverwinter Forest Spare me your remedial incantations.

There was a voice behind him. The sound alone made his hackles rise and as Reyes twisted to stare towards the stranger, he realized it was only a child. He felt like he was grimacing; he was tense but not quite as aggressive about being caught here unawares as he had been in the past.

(Caracal's little body hitting the dirt, flashes in his mind for an instant.)

—are you one of mother's friends? The boy had a soft voice, and the way he looked down and away from Reyes in that instant helped to ease some of the shock that the moment had wrought out of him.

I—... I didn't know anyone was living here. Whose your mom, kid?