Northstar Vale it's forged from things

Haruki followed Collision at a distance, having heard the howl as well. It was true, the child wasn't completely sure on how to approach strangers who requested an audience at their borders, but he was more than willing to learn. Reiko had taught him the basics. Though what politeness she had instilled within him had died with her. Not a single ounce of his mother's kindness was left upon his young face, his blue eyes dark and stormy; it was a surprise the flowers did not wilt as he passed by them.

Collision had already sized the stranger up and put fourth an inquiry by the time Haruki arrived. He slowly drew up to the adult's side, gaze not once breaking from the tall, dark man who stood before them. He was instantly intrigued by the missing eye, though his stomach did churn seeing such a gruesome injury. Other scars littered his body, and Haruki wondered what he had come to the Empire for.