the centuries fade below my feet

My replies are strange, and I apologize. Not running on a lot of sleep lately. :C

The smart quip that came as his response provoked a thin smile out of Mordecai. It wasn't like everyone expected to get called out, although he didn't quite catch that he had gotten the hurt response because he hadn't answered a simple hello. So in reality, he hadn't done much of anything other than suggest something that wasn't true. “Ah, and here I expected you'd tell me that those who wander are not lost,” he opted to say. In his mind, the act that the youth had claimed not to be lost told him that he had somewhere to be, or at least somewhere to go.

“Either way, it's not nice to sneak up on others. Where are you trying to find?” If he came from somewhere nearby, Mordecai figured he could at least point him in the right direction. But when it came down to it, he himself didn't know much about the land out beyond the mountain, other than the landmarks that he had come to discover had often held packs of their own. Fitting, in that regard he supposed.