Lost Creek Hollow Luck is my middle name

He—
 
Wasn’t very smart, was he?
 
And Daighre snorted, because it would be just his luck, wouldn’t it? That he would be a beacon for the mentally insane and whatever the hell was wrong with the boy in front of him. And if Daighre had to guess, he would say there was a lot wrong with him.
 
“Whatever.” He huffed, at their nonsensical answer, head shaking side to side. Not that he expected much from anyone he met in the past few days. And with that said and done—
 
Daighre shouldered past him, fully intending to leave the dumbass where he stood.