Stone Circle "Swing for the fences, son." he must have told you once.

The boy suddenly felt pressure from both sides. As if Merrick were a seething shadow filled with frigidity and the other man not dissimilar; righteousness burned in his words as he (more or less) denounced the bruin-witch. All that Karst could think to do was stay still, watching the dirt, trembling in the shadow of his caretaker. He went somewhere else in his head - somewhere comforting - while hunkered there.