Pitta-patta

William eyed him as he said, ‘You don’t know who I am?’. His eyes dodged between him and Silika. Shrugging slightly at his question he then listened for the stranger to be named. Draken Sprenkle? Raising a brown in confusion, he looked quickly down at his hand and back up at his face. “That’s nice.” Pointing a weapon from Draken, to the way towards Dalen, he nodded. “Go on then? No time for pitta-patta.”

“I don’t have the energy to take both ye’ back to the boarder.”