Lion Head Mesa and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing for untimely death or demise

His blink was sleepy, his eyes falling half lidded at the voice curving through them. This was unfamiliar, and he was guarded.

Was she one of them? His single eye fought to make out details through the exhausted fog and he swallowed, thick in his throat.

I…thank you. A gift? For him? Yet again, uncharted waters, churning and choppy around his dingy of a brain. He blinked again to try and bring the room into focus.

Do…do you want something in return? No, you fool, she said gift. Aquillius drew one of his legs down the length of his nose.