The Heartwood i'm a ghost of you, you're a ghost of me

It did not seem to him that the name could have been fake; the great titan had no reason to believe something like that. So, when the strange boy introduced himself as Peregrine, the Mayfair-Cairn nodded his head and turned to depart without offering a calling of his own. If the pale peculiarity was interested, he knew where he could find the haunting wraith. After all, Ford had shared more than enough information for the oddity to find him, and he was not afraid of anything that a mangled mute might bring to his doorstep.