He shrugged and looked around, "About five klicks that way," he pointed up the next hill. "Or about three that way," he said pointing back down the mountain.
With a sigh, Russell dragged his fingers through his long hair with the realization dawning on him that he hadn't bought a slave so much as adopted a child. And a teenager at that.
He opened the door of the cabin and waited for Noctis to come inside.