Luneshale Pass oro

burning in that singular eye is a dare: i dare you to one of my enemies - one of the thousand sent by the many-faced syndicates at home.

but the boy is too poorly, and his expression too earnest.

seconds pass as soto mulls his answer. the name is unknown to him, and he certainly does not look like the hard-faced boys from back home.

soto. he relents, unwinding in the reluctant manner of an asp forced to move from its golden pool of sunlight on the trail. adonde vas?