Blackfeather Woods The notes I sing will set me free

There were things to take care of and egos to heal, as well as decisions to be made. Some had caught his eye, at one point or another, and though only a few remained yet he had plans. The ghost wandered through the woods, head held high, though his joints screamed in protest; now more than ever he could not allow his body to betray him, there were too many counting on him. And when he heard his name slice through the forest, he slowed, giving his limbs a moment to ease into the motion before his direction was altered and he soon stood face-to-face with Koume. He did not know the girl well at all, having really only ever seen her in passing. With a nod of acknowledgment, he slowed to a stop, his silence granting her the opportunity he assumed she needed to speak.