Lost Creek Hollow forfeited

There is a quiet moment where the two size each other up, though Mengu tries to keep his gaze focused more so on the ground. Eye contact from a slave was not tolerated in the Luk clan, at least not with Olzii. These lands were foreign, filled with beasts of differing beliefs, but these habits had been long since ingrained into his psyche.

He tries to withhold his surprise when his query is met with an actual answer. Tulimaq. It was unexpected, accustomed as he was to his questions being met with tooth and claw instead, but welcome nonetheless. The scrap of information he squirrelled away to relay back to Tashkent later. North, he answers after some hesitation, before swallowing the lump in his throat anxiously. They had no true direction, not yet, but they all had a single sole goal in mind. Seek a home.