King Elk Forest taught him a lesson he wouldn’t forget

There’s a distinct maturity he recognized within the boy. It’s seen by the way he held himself and the way he spoke. Nothing like the bubbly Primrose, he noted with relief. His mother must’ve raised him well.

Célnes? Ah, yes she is, he replied. We rule this land together. Surely he knew that already.

On a different note: Might I ask what you’re doing out here?