Sunspire Mountains scindo

He held no ownership of any identity.

The man before him refused to grant him such a thing — yet in doing so, afforded the boy freedom.

Once before he had chosen a name for himself. So many others piled on that quickly enough he lost himself to the chaos of his life. What did it matter what he was called?

This time Sivugat had nothing to say. The man was hunting and the conversation seemed at an end. The boy would give it some thought but as he ruminated over what to do, he silently fell in line to follow the warrior.

It was better to keep moving.