Lake Rodney they'll never win you back

That's if you can find him, he commented sharply, and fixed his big golden eyes upon his friend with a look that said, are you serious right now. His brows raised for a second before the expression melted off of his face, and he said, You have any idea where Rannoch is now? You wanna hunt him down and cut him? Obviously I remember him different from you — he was strong, he taught me how to fight. He'd probably skin you alive before you could even think to move against him.

So it was a game of make-believe they were playing now. Schemes and plots. Things that Titmouse would never follow through with because of his attachment to his once-leader, but he'd entertain the thought for Redshank's sake. Maybe make him see reason. If I see him anywhere near the Caldera then I'll find you - how's that? But c'mon Redshank, you pussy, you know he'd kick your ass. Tit scoffed and bumped his friend one last time, jostling him about with less enthusiasm now; in all seriousness, he was trying to dissuade him from doing anything stupid. Oh, the irony.