"You'd be surprised," Zel muttered, slouched forward as he slunk forward. While still in motion, he bent and snatched his satchel that was sitting by Rosch's seat, dragging it to the other side of the campsite. If this guy was sticking around, he was not getting into his stuff, and Stocke was going to have a damn good apology for letting this guy off his tether.

If this guy was legit about that friendship thing in the first place; Zel still had his doubts.

"He'd have clued you in on the...conditions in place here, right? I assume that'd be right up there after the usual hellos."