DON'T KNOW WHERE I'M GOING / return

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my thoughts were so loud i couldn't hear my mouth

What exactly had occurred to the group since his leave, the boy had no knowledge of. When he'd gone, things were well. Faces changed, members shuffled in and out as time passes, but nothing unusual. Considering a history he himself can hardly recall at times, political matters - war and violence alike - was not information he sought out. The only times he may learn of any changes to the spectrums of the groups is if someone had mentioned it to him specifically. Nothing like this had ever really happened before either, at least in his lifetime here; the closest being when the groups had raided against the Pitt. He preferred not to recall that time, either, though. So, imagining Tanglewood being too significantly different, or even taken over, simply had not crossed the boys mind. Bad things happened before, but nothing quite like that before. He saw the end of a kingdom, loss in a war, but he'd no freedom in that life. Things were different here, he'd thought. At least, a little bit.

And so, when he's greeted with seemingly hostility, he pauses, not responding immediately. It takes him a moment to gather himself, look the stranger in the eye. "What right does he have" is a question that catches him especially off-guard, causing his head to lower further. A frown becomes ever so slightly on his features, eyes seeming to trail off somewhere long ago and far away for a moment. But he gathers himself. Just enough. "Hello there," he'd greet with a nod and friendly tone, though his voice cracks, young and holding a nervous edge. No stutters, however - the words came clear, were not so quiet they were a whisper. Not loud, not carrying, but enough to hear. "I'm Roy. I used to live here. My dad lives here," or at least, he probably does, assuming he'd not left last time the boy had seen him. "Or at least, I'm pretty sure he still does. His name's Aurum." He explains further, his paws shuffling. He'd hoped his father had not left the swamp, or at the very minimum, if he had, he'd gone somewhere he could be easily found.