The Sentinels les moissonneurs

I am, he humbly answered the boy, feeling a smile tug at his lips when he heard the name of the dark man; this turned in to a proper grin at the mention of his new home, although after a beat it faltered, if only because of how ruined the world appeared. Mwen am called Renoir. My family are da Bordens, from far off. He would need to stop introducing himself as such one day. The Borden family was extensive but had not touched this place, had not changed it for their own whims. Renoir was determined to stay away from such idealistic living; he was a prince to them, but a pauper here, and was much happier among the ruins. Do you know it well? Maybe, eh, we walk togeda? The boy struggled to speak through his accent but was determined to adapt to this place, and that meant experimenting with the common tongue.