Swiftcurrent Creek meadowline

lestan had scarcely spoken when a second and equally battered man came lobbing another hard question. two.
"well, that there is — well i knew her from natigvik. before it disbanded." his brow furrowed. lestan had become rather good at tracking. faced with the opportunity to look away from the brutes, he hunted around the scene. "and the red one. i never knew her name, really. they all left together, though, i caught the trail."
and then the ragged, laughing man. "ah. this one. see, i knew it wasn't like the other two, but he —" lestan suddenly returned to the present and leapt back to face the brooding pair. 
"well. i am from loch teine first." he swallowed but kept a brave face. "and then natigvik, and then moonglow, and then — nowhere, i suppose." the mayfair was jittery and it made him quite bursting with words.
had sadey truly been here? fighting?