Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

The boy seemed to have the ability to peer in to Glaukos' mind; in reality that was an easy jump, to assume a kingdom with warriors was a good place to lay low. He had experience with them as well, so... There was really no choice there for him. Akashingo could prove to be an invaluable asset to the soldier.

The path of the man and the boy would inevitably spit them out near the mesa, anyway. Glaukos was silent as he considered his best course of action, and knew that he'd hit the proverbial nail on the head already. As much as he focused on the reality of his world, there was a certain level of superstition within Glaukos that could not be shaken.

Why had he gone to Bearclaw in the first place?

Why had he unearthed the dead altars?

Now that he had need for shelter, a witch's familiar had come to him.

You said Qiao might have a use for me. What do you think she would offer? Perhaps it would be good to be rooted to one place like the palace, but maybe the witch would want him only as an escort to more dangerous places. Being on the move might be a stronger option.