“Do you think they even remember us?” Karr asked, voice low, stepping over a discarded crate. A loose stone skittered down the slope and clattered against the red earth below.

"Oh, they’ll remember us," Mangolia said, tossing a gold coinery lightly between his fingers. He caught it with a snap, watching sunlight glint off the metal. "My perfect plan to jog their memories should work…" He rolled his tongue against his cheek in consideration before adding 

"...or not" a crooked smirk ...