Redhawk Caldera journey

Nothing in Ridgeback's introduction rang any bells; he was, truly, a wanderer. He continued to smile along with his words, and broke into a grin at that last bit.

Sarcasm, huh? Killdeer remarked, chuckling. My Gramma would love you.

Again, he looked the man over, examining his scope, his strength. Not that he was calculating things on that level—any body would do, at this point. He had found no darkness nor sour notes in the stranger, after all.

Could we persuade you to stay? he asked Ridgeback, cocking his head. We'll take recruits, too—but you'd be more than welcome.