Broken Boulder knocking down doors

The male looked to him with an expression that spoke of pure ignorance of the situation, confirming he was lost. Alarian couldn't fault him for that, but the following question sparked some irritation. Was he that forgettable? He didn't stop to consider that there was something wrong with the other.
Yeah, I'm your long-lost Uncle Philip, The sarcasm was thick in his voice, but not entirely unkind. He noticed belatedly the cloudiness to one of his eyes, and immediately felt a bit guilty; clutching at his already-wounded pride, he hid it well and transitioned smoothly to his next question: You know you're in the middle of pack territory, right?