Deepwood Weald he is neither gentle nor kind

"Gannet," he replied. Drogon. The name didn't ring much of a bell either; another stranger to the family like himself then. He was pretty sure he knew all of Charon's children by name by now.

He nodded; it was eerie, but almost peaceful. Gannet kind of liked the fog despite the lessened senses. "It's quieter," he said, though his tone spoke clearly that this wasn't a negative for him. Rather the opposite.

"You aren't one of them?" He asked, a highly abrupt and probably more than rude question that followed his thought train earlier. He didn't specify who he meant by them; as usual he forgot the person he was talking to wasn't in his brain.