Blackfeather Woods Never fails, baby

As far as they knew, Euron was still alive. It was a guess, hopeful wishing that their sibling had not succumbed to some unknown terror. Had they had the same for them? Just put him in a Schrodinger's Box until he arrived at their front door. 

His heart sank as he heard the two names of the dead. It did not arise at the mention of his brother, and sunk even further with the news that his mother was just... Gone. He bowed his head for a moment, the weight of his grief crushing him for a moment before he pushed it aside. He would have time to grieve later. There was much he had to know. Are the Redhawks still around? Are they your enemies? 

He was not surprised at their choice for Blackfeather Woods. Growing up in chaos and war and constant fear would make you a pacifist. Damien must not be here then, He doubted that his uncle would have approved of such a rejection of faith. Damien was a crusader, a fanatic warrior who upheld his mother's name to the same regard, if not higher, than the Gods themselves. He was surprised that the black titan had not claimed his homeland — what with his mother's bones being here and all. Something must have happened.