Logan was still on his way to the general store, having yet to seek the warm embrace of excessive amounts of alcohol. All the same, he wasn't giving much thought to the village. If he could say one thing for being back, it was that he didn't have to be watching for cultists coming out of ever corner. So he did not expect a sudden little child attached to his back.

And then he heard two words that made him freeze.

Uncle Logan.

He wrenched himself free and turned to her. He didn't recognize her and he was immediately paranoid that he was trapped in some sick cultist game again.

"... back off, kid. I ain't yer uncle."