Big Salmon Lake magnesium

"Return to them." Markus repeated, eyes shifting again to watch the two snakes around the stranger's throat. Vacantly he wondered if they were venomous. That would have been genuinely interesting - keeping company, and staying alive, with volatile death noodles around your neck. "So we're pets, actually." He concluded.

Markus had finally decided that the man was truly harmless enough. He met eyes with him and again regarded him with quiet curiosity. "You believe this completely." It wasn't a question and he didn't pose it as such. "Are you alone?"