Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

Well, that was a good sign.

The longer they walked the more obvious it became that the yearling was sticking around, and Glaukos didn't want that. He didn't know what to do with that, rather. It would draw too much attention if he had company—but he also didn't want to allude to the danger he posed as a wanted man. That would result in questions Glaukos did not want to answer.

He remembered that Akashingo was further west from here and wondered aloud, Are you from the mesa then? Akashingo.

Glaukos had served his time there, back when Mereo was stronger. The days of being an Elitus felt so indescribably distant now.