Wapun Meadow and the wish that the world would spiral into the sun

While Euron weaved his illusive personality, no doubt draping webs meant to gather information, Ramsay remained steadfast in his straightforwardness. His tongue could never spill tall tales as easily as his brother's, but he didn't need or revel in them. He found other ways to unnerve his audience into telling more than they might want, often with nothing more than an overly formal tone and the cool, unwavering gaze of rich eyes. His figure alone was enough to unseat many.

He didn't speak for a long while following Indra's admission; he watched her face instead, impassive with thoughts unreadable as he observed the change in expression. He yielded the floor to Euron for the time being, that his brother might work his charms while he ruminated. She asked if Absalom was a friend of theirs, and his answer was as succinct as it was immediate: "no." The man was simply a man. No one Ramsay thought about, save for this chance encounter.

When he did speak, it was to cryptically state, "when you look for ghouls in every shadow, you find them." Blinking once, the dwarf swung his stunted body and asked, "ready?" of his brother. There was nothing here for them. She had been kind to him in his youth, so he wouldn't pilfer from her pack; an eye for an eye. Though, he mentally remarked, she was but a shell of the good-natured wolf she'd been then, and he wondered while thumbing a fang with his tongue what had happened to change her so.