Serpent Lake that's not a riot - its a feast (lets eat)

For a while the kid looked more interested in the mud than he did in Gavrel. He wondered if he was meant to be offended by this. As the distance closed between them, something made the kid stop and sneeze. Gavrel had a good idea of what it was.

What, he asked flatly. Do I stink?

He made a show out of sniffing his armpits and screwed up his face.

I saw this badass guy. Said he was from Yellowstone, he hawked up a mouthful of spittle and spat to the side. Looked like he could bite my head clear off.

He probably would've done so if Gavrel had followed his deepest shit-eating desires, which was to loiter and spite everyone around him. Maybe a year ago, he would've. But somehow he'd learned some sort of tact along the way to adulthood.

There's no way I'm hangin' around freaks of nature like that.

Gavrel preferred to be the tallest guy in the room. Though, Drusk himself might've had an inch or two on him.

Don't tell me you made enemies outta them. You're cooked, kid.