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He has not been into the Bar these past nights, not since his arrival. Hektor has spent the nights awake, leaning on his spear and tending his fire; as he has not spoken to any who tend the stables, he has had to keep watch over his horse. There are things howling in the woods that have voices no wolf of his knowledge could ever hope to match. As for his days, he has been looking for a way back on the paths by which he came here, or working Boukephalos until the edge is off the stallion and he no longer seems likely to seek out other horses for a fight. But tonight, at least, it seems quiet; and so the horse is safely tethered outside, well away from the stables, and Hektor has come indoors for the moment. One can only make so many meals of an ill-prepared belt pouch's contents and the stuff found growing in woods so strange as these.

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Hektor's shoulders tense a moment.

"I would like to eat in peace," he says at last. "Take your assumptions and your questions elsewhere. If I come across those you say will speak for you, then perhaps I will ask them to do so; but I am in no mood for talk with one who is all cry and little wool. Go."

Strange kid. And with that, Bruck does leave him.