Grouse Thicket king of the road

His summoning did the trick, sort of. The sound of his voice had faded on the wind, and he was left waiting for a couple of minutes when a figure stepped out of the criss-crossing shadows. As soon as the summerlight touched upon the stranger he was reminded of Niamh — but he was also expecting her and didn't consider that this person was red and not exclusively gold.

His face lit up and he greeted them, Hey what's up! But then it clicked. Without missing a beat he stepped closer to her with an inquisitive once-over with his clear blue eyes, and noticed that this girl carried his sister's scent (among others).

I'm looking for family, Ambrose mentioned without trying to sound cryptic or anything, but whoops, he probably did. The boy was a bit distracted by the look of the girl — she seemed almost familiar but that made absolutely no sense. Maybe he was just homesick. Maybe he was trying too hard not to see this girl as a potential target for his stupid bet with Bruges. Oh well.