The copy and Wok were talking under the star-studded sky in the quiet of the night.
Though it was Arlon's time to rest and Wok's turn to keep watch, Arlon chose to stay up. Not for idle conversation, but to subtly extract information and set his trap.
Yet, as their conversation unfolded, Arlon quickly realized there might not even be a need for subterfuge.
"Arlon, are you married? Or do you have someone you value?" Wok asked suddenly, his pointy wolf nose flaring with each breath as he subtly checked the scents around them.
"No, I don't have such a person," Arlon replied evenly.
"Really? Not even a friend?" Wok pressed, his tone neutral but probing.
"My job requires me to travel," Arlon explained. "So, I don't get close to the people I meet. What about you?"
Wok's sharp features softened. "I have a wife and two daughters."
"That must be nice," Arlon said, his voice steady but genuine.
