[The knife, Isaak can respect; the fact that both of them are breathing hardly makes them friends. The living are no less a threat than the dead.]

Originally or most recently?

[he quips, keeping his distance, although he lowers his weapon slightly. It's as much of a gesture of peace as he's willing to make under the circumstances. The jest is perhaps made more obvious by his accent, British but with an underlying roughness.]

I've been heading north, as directly as possible. It's been some time since I've had a map at hand.