Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

Are you running from something?

Glaukos felt his paranoia spike; he withheld an answer, but grew tense, and continued to walk.

He let a silence be all the reply he would give to the boy. No need to rope him in to things.

As they progressed across the meadow, Glaukos spied the distant red structures of the stonework that heralded the steppe.

I'm looking for work. That wasn't the truth but it was an easy answer, and a habit he could swiftly return to now that he was fully disconnected.