Twisted Slough I'm going back to 505

dad?

a muscle leapt in his cheek.

but the boy was wading from the swamp now, carrying the reek of cold mud. "no need to apologize. are you out here alone?" he was young, though not so young to be alone on a short journey.

but the tactician did not believe that was what he witnessed now.

"from where do you come?"