Hushed Willows and never for a minute did he believe he could escape

as the man hiding in the shadows showed himself: grizzled and war-scarred, ingram should have felt something. reverence or caution. but he does not. foolish and naive perhaps, but also from one who is aware what it feels like to have the life of someone stronger than him seep out of them by his own teeth.

fragheda; committer of matricide.

no, what gave that idea, ingram snarks in his head, only barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. he was a boy only physically, his soul and experiences much older.

what his name mattered, ingram wasn't sure. the man could call him nothing and the keeper would be happy. he is a bit surprised that this conversation is continuing given the tension snapping in the air betwixt them. ingram. offered simply; bluntly.