Redhawk Caldera You're nothing but a pack of smokes and a bag of tricks.

Reyes left the mist-hewn forest and headed north, the way he'd come before. This time he did not have a gift; he thought himself the gift, as disheveled as he looked, as he'd slept the night in fits and starts within the darkwood. His dreams did not linger in to the waking world and that was fortunate, as he'd envisioned many things happening to Teya within them; but without remembering the details, Reyes was left feeling only triumphant somehow, and would approach Brecheliant with a shaky confidence.

@Teya had told him off the previous day but she'd given him one opening: one chance to see @Sorana, to maybe explain himself without saying too much. He couldn't let them know where he'd really been or why, as that would only make him look bad. Reyes hadn't wanted to be away from his daughter — but neither could he justify it being known he was a slave, a sanpin, to a man who he previously mocked. How belittling it had felt, how emasculating it had felt! And then to return home, to be denied his place here, almost put him over the edge.

When he came to the outer limits of Brecheliant, Reyes wasted no time: he raised his chin and let his voice carry across the gray sky to let all the world know he was there.