Luneshale Pass Doors opened

The stranger corralled his earnest intentions with his response. Tutting and instead presenting Rooke his own question. Rooke held his gaze wordlessly, before shuttering his eyes with a slow blink. Even with the curtains to his soul drawn, his expression was an open door. Befuddlement etched across his face and his brow knitted. Comprehension came slow to Rooke, who now understood the basic question hidden within the strange man's extravagant speech.

You mean... my name?

The steady beat of Rooke's tail, that had been as certain as waves lapping against the shore, ceased. A still surface came across his mind as all currents of thought halted. The vessel of his identity sank long ago. A creaky little thing that now sat in the depths of his ego. Scuttled.

It hadn't been needed. It was never wanted. It wasn't asked for.

Why was it important now?

Rooke regarded the foreign man. Skeptical. Wary. Hopeful. Taking in the man from head to toe. He wanted to regard him as a friend. Did this man want the same?


It was good that words were just as effective as any salvaging equipment.


The sound that came from his mouth was almost as foreign as the man it was directed to. Clunky, despite how short it was.

Rooke. It had been given to him when he was born. My name is Rooke.

Now he would share it to those who asked.