Phantom Hollow they call me the wanderer

he was growing bored with the king of the nighttime world schtick; what was the point if dapple-eyes didn't even bat an eye? buffalo combed his cluttered mind for some nugget of madness that would provoke a reaction from the stranger, but it came in the form of a question posed to him.
fighting a delighted cackle — Sos be praised! — the pale madman adopted a tragicomic expression and sighed loudly into the frigid air. "her name is byll. buffalo. byll. my mother was so creative," buffalo murmured, turning his woeful gaze upon his hopefully rapt audience. "she is the light of my world. fire in my blood. sister. lover. gods broken on this cruel shore and separated yet again"
buffalo paused and worried one bloodstained lip with his teeth. "do you have sisters? i want to know if you have felt what it's like to lose one."