Dahozhoni Meadow I'm starting to hate it here

He gave a long, low 'mmhm' in response. He had been on the underside of enough men on nights like this to know that for certain. Some of them were damn ugly once the shade of night was no longer shielding them.

Quietly he listens to her reasoning, finally adjusting his gaze to meet hers, unrelenting while his was far closer to non-existent. He had never been someone who needed to look over his shoulder, and so he had never learned. You're much more productive than I ever have been. He snickers. What's your name? We can fill the time together. He makes the decision promptly, inviting himself into her hunt - though he likely would not be much help.