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

The shadow bristled at the question that slipped through Drakon’s mouth. What right did this stranger have to ask something so personal? The guarded figure lifted his head slightly, turning his snout away from the curious expression on his company’s face.

Not this way, he answered, gesturing to his leg. But in other ways… That much did not need to be said. It dwelled in the hurtful expression on the shadow’s face.

I don’t think I should steer you away from this place, or what Germanicus might have promised you. But if you did not wish to stay, there are a dozen or more places that would accept you. I know of a few. A thoughtful shift in his eye. You could make your own…