Otatso Wetlands kallularuk

lestan mayfair recorded all this in his rather sharp mind; disorganized as his speech might be, his thoughts were little filing cabinets, albeit with some dust here and there. 
"all right. good luck," he said. lestan considered saying the man's trader name again, but it just felt so wrong that it would have come out quite fakely.
if the pale wolf had nothing left to say, the gamma would turn and traipse round to find a pathway home, headed straight for akavir and his report.