Noctisardor Bypass everyone's a murderer

this was not at all like the south.

still he glanced behind him every now and then. expected someone at his back, expected eyes on him, expected anything besides the stonewarmth of Mahler.

okay. soft, absorbed the knowledge that was placed in his mind by the graf.

will i see you a lot?

and perhaps in that question he was asking to be the man's shadow as he adjusted into rivenwood.