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I ain’t a wingman, Swordfish interjected in his lazy brogue.

And he’s not- It’s-

The young man’s eyes rolled, trying to find the right words to dispel this woman’s assumptions. A frustrated huff of breath passed between his lips.

She’s his kid, alright? He’s lookin’ fer his kid.

The girl offered a name - Ellie. Swordfish nodded, letting her chatter for a bit. He was surprised that she offered to assist in their search. She didn’t know what she might be signing up for. They’d only met moments ago. What did she have to gain from helping two strange men search for a stranger? Suspicion creeped into his mind.

Lestan, he nodded toward the bumbling father. I’m Shardik. And I s’pose yer welcome to join, if yer so inclined.