Redhawk Caldera fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way

He returned back to these lands. What had pulled him back was unknown but he was here nonetheless. Any prior ties had been cut with sharp scissors. He was not a new man, he just merely had no time for old things.

Time had rebirthed him.

Perhaps that was why he challenged himself with such rough terrain. Granted he would learn soon enough he was not the only one here. His limbs ached yet he kept pushing on. Foolish perhaps. Especially mentioning he was a loner with no means to care for himself. If he broke or bent something he would be as such. Kalganov was willing to pay the price.

A slumped figure caught his attention. They looked so peaceful. Sadly he had never been one for keeping peace. Anything worthwhile?