Bramblepoint Sunblind

There is nothing left for me to return to. No family, no pack. The marksman carried his father's name on his back long after it had lost all meaning. Far in the distance Tavan Bogd smoldered like the world's biggest cigarette burn.

I am glad that I am still living, he admitted, the set of his mouth resolute and dry. I hope you find your young boy, and I hope he is well. What does he look like, in case I may find him?

The world was a petri dish of runaway boys who thought themselves invincible. Khenbish thought that this one was shrewder than he had been given credit for.