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His comment seemed to almost surprise the man, who turned to inspect himself, even going so far as to complete a full circle to give himself a once over. Redshank watched, dumbfounded. Something wasn't right with the stranger; had he been hit on the head one too many times? Was he far older than he seemed and had lost his mind to time? Questions that would never be answered swirled in the Cairn's mind, before he then pointed him in the direction of the sea and the man seemed to recompose himself.

They walked alongside each other for a few paces before parting ways, the yellow-masked stranger muttering something about the sea and a sound as he trailed off down his own path. Redshank paused, watching him amble away. He almost had half the mind to follow the strange man out of pure fascination, but a single glance at the burning mountain purged such thoughts.

Instead, Redshank cast one last look to the murmuring stranger — good luck — before he too split and began to head south.