Honeyed Pasture I'll grab my light and go with you

Tybault had to resist the urge to laugh pretty much the whole time tracker dude was talking. He just stood there, looking vaguely amused as he watched him justify himself. He didn't consider himself particularly introspective; how could he, when he'd grown up surrounded by a bunch of moody self-absorbed artsy types? But damn, he thought, way to resist even the smallest hint of self-examination.
Sounds great. What's your name, anyway? He really needed something to call this guy. And he was trying not to laugh at him, honest.