Bramblepoint journey through mirkwood

Pyro offered a real smile this time, right after shaking the snow off his sorry ass. He found the thought of pretending to be a ninja somehow silly, but so cool at the same time that he regretted never having tried it before. He'd been always too worried about being safe, never having the chance to cross the two rivers and see that the world was rather chill instead of the dismal picture his parents seemed to want him and Vassago to believe. So far there had been little to nothing to be scared of out there.

"I was exploring," shared the young wanderer, still proud of having made that choice. "I'm Pyro," he added politely, remembering his manners and how substantial his parents had always been about them. There was little else that Pyro wanted to share at this point, still feeling somehow attacked by the situation, but there was a big question that Pyro surely did want to ask.

"Do you live here, Lagan?" he asked, worried again that he might have missed some border markings. "Does... Anyone live here?" he added looking around, the chilling silence making it impossible to believe.