Moonspear No sleep 'til Brooklyn

A dark shape appeared further ahead, and as they froze so did Glaukos. When he heard their voice he recognized them in a vague sense — he'd met them before, but couldn't place where immediately; but then he saw the smile on the man's face and something clicked. His term in Akashingo had been ages ago now, and the events that had required him to be social (ugh) were behind him. This was one of those faces he'd met there, briefly.

Although their encounter was not fresh in Glaukos' memory, he felt a distinct unease crawling up his spine. It wasn't a dread feeling, or a warning that this man might be dangerous — but the kind of oil-meets-water dispersion.

Glaukos, he corrected with a grunt, and began to march the path again. He did not dissuade the man from keeping up, but the ex-soldier wasn't too inviting, which was on-brand.