Luneshale Pass which door do we open?

He didn’t really believe that, obviously. His beloved father had thought highly of him, perhaps giving Talis a bit of a complex, particularly in regards to his looks. You’ve got some superior genes thanks to your mum, Shardul rest her soul, he could hear his dad’s voice in his head even now, a fond memory that would’ve brought on a smile if he hadn’t been clenching his jaw at the woman’s insult.

You look old enough to know a joke when you hear one? he retorted, pale eyes flashing as he added, Look, I’m not stupid. But fine, I’ll play along. Name your price.

He really liked to think he wasn’t an idiot—nor was his father, for that matter—but with each passing day, Talis found himself craving the connection he’d lost when striking out on his own. He missed his dear ole dad. He was bored at the best of times, dreadfully lonely at the worst. There was no going back, though, and sometimes negative attention was better than nothing at all.