Stone Circle clean the stables of king augeas

name. what he contributes.

simple. expected.

and yet ... never simple enough.

for a wild moment, ingram considers giving a moniker. osiris, perhaps. the name slithers its way into his mind like a mighty king cobra; the snap of a jackal's jaws.

but in the end, exhaustion at playing all of these roles: of lending himself as the mouthpiece of gods — too many gods; gods of whom he is still loyal and gods he has spurned — he speaks the truth, my name is ingram.

i harbor many talents ... i am a skilled warrior, a speaker of the will of gods, reader of fates in the bones, he trails off for a moment. i can be whatever kvarsheim needs.