Ankyra Sound another vice, another town

there isn't many reasons that ingram could fathom why anyone would be inquiring about blackwater islands: if it wasn't to be about the wolves that called it home and as their iron guardian he is intuitively prickly and unsociably guarded in his plight to protect them. he is their keeper. keeper of secrets and keeper of the druids.

a title he saw as something of an umbrella title. it was simple but it meant many things: shifting roles as needed.

who is your chief? the keeper demands, the directness of wanting to speak to the listener not going unheard. neither does the request to speak to alduin; but he largely ignores that request; guard hairs damp with saltwater prickling at the secrecy.

he weighs the pros and the cons for a moment, weighing how much he trusts her ( not at all, truthfully ).

i am the keeper. anything you speak to the listener, you speak to me. whether she was insistent or not matters little to him: there were no secrets between the listener and himself. still, after a longer moment, he calls for @the listener, deciding that unless trikova sent him away herself, he would remain firmly rooted.