The Heartwood kneel

jaganatha.

the behemoth carried a great name with him and his words seemed...heavy. everything about the man was seemingly larger than life — and bartholomew hardly knew what to do with that.

i know very few names, he told the man with honesty, but there was a thoughtful pause as if he still considered the names. he had not heard them here, not to his knowledge.

but...i have seen many faces on my own mission. tell me how your wayward children look, he beckoned softly for further information.

it was nice to...slip out of his own affairs. meddle in something different.