Styrm's focus shot toward the man to the side. Hearing Brindle's words, his focus half-returned to the boy. His attention split, he struggled to choose his next move, the words that would put them back on track. All he knew was the boy looked scared.Â
For that matter, so did the man by the puddle.
Endeavoring to keep both the man and the boy in his sight, he responded in haste, his questions flying from between his teeth in a low hiss, "Taru?! Ye know 'im, do ye? Where's 'e at, then? Not with th'girl, is 'e? Speak up, laddie!"
The man by the puddle was becoming more visibly tense by the moment. He stuck his hand inside his coat, clutching something there. Styrm registered the motion.Â
He wondered if the kid did too.
For that matter, so did the man by the puddle.
Endeavoring to keep both the man and the boy in his sight, he responded in haste, his questions flying from between his teeth in a low hiss, "Taru?! Ye know 'im, do ye? Where's 'e at, then? Not with th'girl, is 'e? Speak up, laddie!"
The man by the puddle was becoming more visibly tense by the moment. He stuck his hand inside his coat, clutching something there. Styrm registered the motion.Â
He wondered if the kid did too.
