Fox's Glade headlights flicker at me like a star

Dirge, he responded. Pleasure. Kind of a depressing, dull name; didn't fit the handsome man before him. He supposed he didn't have the full story, though. Perhaps this Dirge really was a dullard, and he was merely putting up a front. But with that face. . . Verx was slightly smitten, and he didn't hide it.

Up north. Big war, Vercingetorix explained, lifting his chin in illustration. See that scar along my jaw? Someone wanted to take my throat home with them as a trophy. They made a pretty good effort, all things considered. He shrugged, licking his chops. I made kind of a mess of them, so I've got nothing but this to show for it.

He raised his brows, giving Dirge a gimlet stare. So you've got no home? What're your plans for winter?