Totoka River table for two

The huff of air that passed through his lips might have seemed insensitive. It was not. Swordfish merely thought it humorous that Lestan would think he’d stay beside the withered form of a stranger for any reason other than pity. Besides, what did it matter the reason? 

Swordfish regarded his companion with a shrewd stare. 

Is that yer goal then? Find Blossom an’ die? 

What a tragic achievement, if true. Swordfish didn’t understand Lestan’s pain to this extent. The tragedy that had cast a dark wing over the hunter’s life had not turned him into bumbling madness. It had set him on a path of revenge. 

What happened? Ya got time to pass. Might as well spit it out, huh?