Blackbeak Bluff Names get carved in the red oak tree

The woman scolded him, called him bitter.

Tenebris laughed – it was a bitter noise, after all.

Perhaps, he agreed with a small shrug of his shoulders. What did it matter to her if he carried bitterness upon his heart?

When the woman spoke again, it was to say that she searched for a missing child. That must have been her reason for calling so loudly. The knight regarded her with a quiet stare, uncertain. He had not seen or scented any children. There had only been signs of eaten fish on the shoreline to the east. It was so easy for kids to be taken by the waters.

I have seen no children. The waters may have taken it.

Tenebris frowned and shrugged again.