Barrow Fields Arsonist's Lullabye

Briar lifted a brow at the cloaked woman, expression unguarded as she set out to interrogate him. Multicolored eyes broke away to glance about the fields, the odd mounds that dotted them. He remarked softly under his breath, Not my first choice for a scenic view.

His attention return to the woman. Her verdant gaze armed with daggers as he came to the conclusion that she most assuredly attempt to skin him if he stepped off the mound at that moment. Sitting back on his haunches, his jaws parted into a yawn. It was awfully early in the morning for this.

Well, to answer your question technically, no. You're here now after all. His shoulders lifted into a shrug. But before you were here it was just me and my shadow, if that is the answer you actually want to hear.

Briar tilted his head to her. Eyes fixed upon her as he gauged her response.