“Yeah, that’s right. I am.” James uncrosses his arms, pushing down on the ground and lifting himself to his feet. “And I’d keep that smart mouth of yours in check unless you want to introduce it to the backside of my hand.”

With the threat of unnecessary violence out of the way, he surveys the area quietly while brushing the sand off his pants.

“You been to the city over there yet?”

His eyes are fixed on the rooftops of Turnbloom.