Stone Circle I hate the beach but I stand in California with my toes in the sand

There was so much to prepare for! Faun catalogued it in her brain, tripping over her lists as she tangled them all together. Herbs. People to speak to. Names. Densites.

So much! 

Kelsier’s last question hit her ears and she…paused.

The Baudelaire name will die with you.

It seemed uncle had been right.

No. She said, before shaking her head.

Perhaps we should speak to Silvertongue, see how names are done in Crowfeather’s culture. Or something like that.