Before he launches into a story, Geddoe feels like he has to address one bit of her musing - a very important detail that might help things fall into place. His expression darkens for a moment, heavy brows knitting. "They weren't just looking for him. They had found him. That much I learned from him, when we met for the first time in Karaya - the Howling Voice was already onto him. He might have had a little leeway in the amount of time left, but it was a lot smaller than you might think. The Howling Voice is...entirely too good at their job."

That was all Jimba had needed to say, for Geddoe to know that it wasn't even remotely the best or easiest choice for him to escape at that point. It successfully prevented any "I told you so"s from being said at the time. Chris is right, though, that his talent for command had done him well in Zexen. If nothing else, it provided for his family so that even in his absence, they wouldn't have to suffer like so many others.

He wets his throat with another gulp before deciding on an interesting point. "He was the one who saved me when I lost my eye, you know," he says, even though she surely wouldn't know. "The two of us, with a small unit, were holding the rear line in the deep woods east of Chisha, in order to let the larger part of our army escort some civilians to the town. It wasn't even an impressive battle, but one axe-handler got the better of me in the thick undergrowth. I had barely hit the ground when I saw Wyatt's boots vaulting right over me, he hit the one who hit me at full speed and then held off the rest of the unit by himself until our reinforcements could catch up. By then, he'd already cleared the way and gotten me to my feet, we met the others as he half-carried me out of the wood." A flicker of a smile touches his lips for a moment. "He never let me forget that I owed him for that."

Jokingly, of course. As a couple of tough badasses always would.