Harrowheart sighs, then looks away as he begins to nod. He licks his teeth and his eyes flit back to this quiet stranger before, with another, final sigh, and concedes, "Gotta work for what I know I really want, even if that means givin' up the little things."

He turns as if he's about to leave, but at the last moment thinks better of it and extends one of his floating hands for a shake. "I owe ya, man, even if you did just help me think out loud. What's your name? I'll buy ya a beer sometime."