Falls of the Hinterlands I could fight this 'til the end but maybe I don't wanna win

Fennec let her expression go to exasperation. She knew exactly what he meant but it was just so easy. How the fuck would I know? she asked pointedly, then let out an amused exhale. Let him chew on that a moment.

Not nearly bad enough to justify running. She relented, the disappointment clear in her tone. Not nearly a proper fight, though she should probably consider herself lucky to have found one at all. Favors and packs. What, did you make a deal, claim some poor sod’s soul, and now your stuck living a halfway decent life?

She didn’t know much about him, but from the way he worded it (and the little she did know) both of these things seemed outliers in whatever journey brought him here. He seemed more the type to cheat someone like her than help them, unless he saw something to gain here that she didn’t yet. She was still attempting to sort that out.