Shadewood You're just like your father

After some thought I don't know if Tryphon would fit in Arthendal, my bad! This was a fun thread though.

He did not know what a trade was. If he had one in the past, it was an unremarkable duty he had performed; and he found the more he listened to this stranger speak, the less inclined he was to linger. Still, he couldn't quite drag himself away just yet. Some semblance of good behavior must have caught him here in this trap of a conversation. And when the dark man questioned him, asking point-blank if the boy had any aspirations, he answered without needing to think: No. Although it was the truth, the tone of his voice remained dull, hinting at disinterest. Being skilled meant drawing the attention of others, and as far as Tryphon could remember, he had always been better off alone — he was a blight, and cursed to roam in the wilds where his presence went ignored.

The boy didn't know what else to say. He had effectively stalled the conversation. For a moment he stared blankly at the dark figure as if waiting for further discourse, or more questions, but he soon found himself drifting mentally back to thoughts of Saghani. How was he to reunite with her if he did not roam? Fixating on this thought (and the underlying fear of, eventually, letting this dark man down, because that's what he always did) Tryphon abruptly began to pull back and walk away from him.