Luneshale Pass oro

soto. a name he does not know.

what scrutiny might have come from the man was not picked up on by the boy. another question came, and to this one sparrow sunk some.

it forced him to swallow a hard truth he'd been avoiding thus far.

"no sé," he revealed with a shrug. "no tengo a donde ir." he'd been wandering wherever his stomach had taken him, and even that had forsaken him to sand and ruin.