It had been some days and wheels since Randall Flagg had accidently gated himself into the City. Well, Walter did: and he was Walter as much as Flagg. It was a new place, not used to his guile and power. That did have some merit. He never thought he would say it in a million years; he missed his old adversary Roland.
The park reminded Walter more of home than he chose to admit. It was green, and not walls of concrete or glass. It felt more like the world he remembered, before it moved on that was. Ka did give him the occasional surprise.
The lass that wanted to protect the dromedary was sprawled on the grass, looking quite a sad mess. Interesting how she seemed much stronger last time he saw her. He walked closer, keeping a respectful distance. He did not want to threaten her. It served nothing.
“I still think camels are ill tempered foul smelling beasts” He paused a moment, “Not unlike harriers” Walter held both of his hands open in front of him, showing no sign of threat or aggression. “You seem like your piss and vinegar has mellowed a bit with time. Fancy a Palaver?”