Wolfe. A pleasure. [Said with a small dip of his head. Always one to fall into his traditional bow, Takame was. His eyes followed the passerby as well and waited until they were well out of his sight before he committed to a reply.]
October? [He tilted his head curiously. What was an October...? He remembered the word being thrown around in the fuzzy memory of his last visit. But having those memories at all gave him an answer Wolfe's question.] ... I have been here before. Two moons past, if I recall correctly.
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October? [He tilted his head curiously. What was an October...? He remembered the word being thrown around in the fuzzy memory of his last visit. But having those memories at all gave him an answer Wolfe's question.] ... I have been here before. Two moons past, if I recall correctly.