Blackfeather Woods Once a year we celebrate

Perhaps if things hadn't gone sideways that first time, if Xan had just been a little more receptive and Damien a tad more tolerant, if things had been different, Xan would already be a part of the Dark Brotherhood. Meldresi had wanted him for that purpose, and if she did, Damien agreed. Alexander was the son of Blackfeather Woods biggest loyalist, and the honor of following his father's steps was Xan's by right of birth.

But he revealed that he still wanted to become, that there was still purpose in him, and that made Damien feel just a little bit more tranquil. "I'm glad to hear that," Damien responded, half smiling at the younger boy with renewed pride. These last few minutes of conversation had probably turned things around, perhaps for the better, and Damien already felt like there were things to win from this.

"I expect that you know now what you have to do to earn your mark," he assumed, considering that he was Kove's son. "If you feel lost, just come to one of us and we will point you in the right direction," he explained, already thinking of a few tasks he could delegate to the Tyro. "Make her proud, Xan, and your dad too," he added, feeling that was the most important part.