Deepwood Weald ta kryfá

'I do not give my name to strangers,'  @Astraios had said on the day they had first met Rodyn, and long had Melaneus considered them. What was in a name, that made its speaking so dangerous to those beyond the shadowed veil of the Weald? He had ideas, but Astraios had the answer.

So the shadow sought his father today, his words already carefully chosen, already carefully forming on the tip of his tongue. When he came to the end of Astraios' trail, he would be ready with his questions, for long had he considered, and long had he collected only partial knowledge.

Today, he would fully know.