She immediately comes face-to-face with Laios again, an adult this time, but a little younger and much scruffier than she's used to seeing in Tributary. He's leading three horses on a string, the tail of the caravan. They're all laden with packs, and Laios himself is wearing a heavy pack, too.
Even though he must be younger, he looks older. He's worryingly gaunt, and shuffles along, seeming listless, but he perks up just a bit when he sees Harriet. "You're really here..."
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She immediately comes face-to-face with Laios again, an adult this time, but a little younger and much scruffier than she's used to seeing in Tributary. He's leading three horses on a string, the tail of the caravan. They're all laden with packs, and Laios himself is wearing a heavy pack, too.
Even though he must be younger, he looks older. He's worryingly gaunt, and shuffles along, seeming listless, but he perks up just a bit when he sees Harriet. "You're really here..."