prodigal son

A familiar voice dragged him from his contemplations, and he found his mouth curving in a tongue-lolling grin. Well, well, well, he certainly hadn't expected to find his old partner in crime here of all places. "Marrow, kid, fancy seeing you here!" He chuckled a deep rasping laugh. "Did you miss me so soon you decided to follow me all the way here?" Her own questions had him considering. His stomach gave a quiet growl, as if to make her point. "You know, I could eat. I'm sure they have something or other tasty down here. Tapirs, I'm told are pretty good. It was never really my stomping grounds, down in Auster - I was a Borealis kid. I'm sure we can figure it out." He hummed under his breath in amusement, in a rumble like a giant bumblebee, then added in a teasing tone designed to pique her interest, "Can't make a name for myself as a reiver on an empty stomach after all."