Blacktail Deer Plateau now I know the boy gettin' restless

I want it.

He said without hesitation, but in it was his promise. That he would work for it. That he would see to this path that had been laid before him. He had been warned that it could change, that it would not be solid, but he could keep this close.

He could strive towards Wocha.

I feel ridiculous as Baudelaire now, before you and the bones. Your visions. It doesn't match very well.

He laughed, tired and warm.

The name of an heir, a prince. A name of a boy, given in hopes he'd grow as a gentleman. Something refined and courtly. Unfitting who he had grown into the last few months.

He hungered for whatever it was Ingram had found on his path, and it had quickly marked him.