Luneshale Pass Doors opened

Rooke took his time to answer the man's question. Pouting lip replaced as he chewed the inside of his cheek. What a strange, strange man. It didn't occur to him that perhaps he himself may simply have been sheltered. The boy who had never been given anything. Well, perhaps the man's wants weren't that strange. Yet, Rooke lingered on how it was asked of him. After all, he was usually just told what to do.

Despite his apprehension, sweet eyes did not hide his silent wish for a friend. Neither dogs nor wolves were meant to be lonely creatures.

I can help you tomorrow. Rooke had no home and nothing to his name. The only thing of worth was himself, and that never accounted for much.

Before Rooke picked himself of the ground to dust himself off, he tilted his head to the stranger, Do I get to know your name, too?