Shimmering Sands let me be your killer king

Sounds good! This might be a bit short, but, wrapping up.

Nothing more needed to be said. The brief mention of Skellige's customs went in one ear and out the other, for surely Tetsubo saw no need to retain the comment. Whatever his lord wished, he would provide. If his way involved ritual then the boy would participate. His heart would not be in it, but it need not be. He was a tool to be used, and was contented—in the mildest sense of the word—to finally be of use again. The silence spread between them, and Tetsubo marched doggedly onward in pursuit of his new master.