Fox's Glade you’ll need not ask me for more

A yawn is all Ghost gets in reply, as the Wayfarer clicks his round jaw back together. He’s sleepy in the way a content cat would curl in the sun, so he isn’t amused to be dragged along so soon. Yet he did promise he’d follow Ghost.

He grunts, following along with a lazy drag in his feet. Fortunately, it isn’t long before this Philip guy is spotted—along with some chick. Ghost’s pace quickens, the Wayfarer twitches.

A dark eyebrow arches at the description of “friend”—guess that’s what he ended up signing up for. He gives Philip and the chick a once-over glance.  The Wayfarer is a giant among dwarves.

One of his ears swerves towards Ghost while champagne eyes fixate on the other two. Don’t have one, he says with a shrug.