Horizon Ridge The Bruises that've Faded Away

The stranger said something that sounded a bit like a curse, though Talisman didn’t catch it over the sound of his own ravenous chewing. He tore every scrap of flesh from the bones in a matter of a minute or two, then licked the taste of blood and brine from his pale chops.

The subsequent offer caught him by surprise. Of course, Talis wanted more food. If it was fresher, all the better. But why would this man—who didn’t even know his name—make such a generous offer?

Come with you where, exactly? he wondered.