Dragoncrest Cliffs friendly, but not your friend.

and just like that
he'd struck a nerve.
how does the saying go?
to put one's foot in their mouth
cayetano's spent his whole life doing that.
he's looking at a boy
who is staring back at him
contempt in poisonous physical form.
get rid of it.
the boy demands.
cayetano had never felt so suitably dressed down
by a wolf half his age.
okay, if you insist.
he rolls the skull away,
the picture of cordiality.
if cordiality was roughshod and sea-whipped
and wearing the skin of a wolf.
what makes you think you would
even fit in well here?
cayentao gives a rueful smile.
i'm guessing you think i won't.
what did he have in common with an amazon's son?
his road had been very different.
full of strong women, yes
but worse men.
but i'm useful. see --
he gestured to the skull skulking in the bushes
its lifeless eyes staring past them both
longing, perhaps, for the sea
which thundered eternally out of reach.
and maybe you could find use in that.