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[ His lighter sparks. No catch. ]

...dammit.

[ He catches them easily.

Once his cigar's lit, he'll toss 'em right back. ]

Appreciate it.

Sometimes, you just need a bit of Vice.

Finally, someone around here gets it.

Your body, not my business what you do to it.

[He shrugs. Guy's built like a brick wall. If he wants to smoke a cigar ain't no way Josh is gonna stop him.]

Bad day or just unwinding?

Amen to that.

[ Since this kid's decent and all, he'll actually answer, while he's wreathing himself in smoke: ]

Little of column A...

[He seems to be unbothered by the secondhand smoke. Makes no attempt to put more distance between them.]

I'm usually a 'drown my problems' kind of guy, personally. Unless the problems are man-eating monsters, in which case I"ll take whatever the fuck I can get.

The Hell kinda place you from, kid?

Hey man, Canada's got more than snow and fires. I'm from Alberta, my family's got a lodge up on Blackwood mountain.

[He coughs then, but not from the smoke. His gaze drops to the ground.]

Had a lodge up there. It's blown to shit now, along with a shitload of pissed off wendigo spirits.

[ Consider his attention well and truly snagged. ]

Really? Alberta's my old stomping grounds.

[ Look at that, they have something in common. Logan ashes his cigar before he points it at him. ]

What's that about wendigos?

Yeah?

[Color him pleasantly surprised. He doesn't meet too many folks form his neck of the woods around here.]

Born and raised just outside Calgary. My old man does work down in LA though, so I've been to the states a lot too.

The uh...the wendigo thing is a new development. Blackwood Mountain is apparently historically linked to 'em. My dad was super into all that Native folklore and stuff but to be honest? I still don't know much about what all happened aside from I just about got my head crushed by a body horror spider person who also wanted to eat people.

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