Redhawk Caldera fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way

Woods to the east. Right. He would try to keep that in mind but would likely soon forget it for he wasn't sure it would do him good (and how could Kalganov know his writer was going to slightly fudge timelines?). His pale green eyes stared off into the distance, drinking in the knowledge of the lands she had shared.

When he heard her name, his eyes seemed to come to life finally. While they did not widen or even shrink there was a flicker of emotion in them. Something positive but there was no real word for it. A nice name. Much easier to say than mine. The faintest traces of a smile laced his ebony lips.