The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

Good. Should he have been called leveled headed, he would have scoffed. Haunted, plagued, angered - those rang true. Simply because there was a calm in this storm didn't mean there was one brewing just beneath his skin. With all his might he tried to keep a leveled facade, a calm demeanor as to not let these demons cloud his judgment. At least one more would be keeping an eye out for this beast and be aware that no mercy should be shown in the face of this monster.

That's right, neither of them introduced themselves. Something that seemed to happen quite often with the white leviathan - perhaps names were jut unimportant to him now as ever before. Rosencrantz, I will be sure to answer. He lived on the borders, after all, it wouldn't take him long to make his way over should he be summoned personally. And you? It was only polite to ask.