Ianto
"Mm...?" Ianto pauses in lighting his pipe to consider, having to almost count the years off on his fingers. "308 PC?" he says at last. "Most of the Northaveners arrived in the Hollowed Grounds, behind the barrier. But I got dumped outside, in the Greatwood. Didn't even know anyone else was alive until the barrier fell." It's like a funny story now, whereas before it had been a real source of loneliness and trauma for the fox.
"I'll do that," he assures his fellow Attuned, before settling in for the ride. Oliver directs, the wagon rumbles along its way, and Ianto blows smoke rings with his pipe. Only when they arrive at the forge does he stir from his seat, tapping the wagon to let it know it needs to stop. "How much do you need to grab from here?" he asks.
"I'll do that," he assures his fellow Attuned, before settling in for the ride. Oliver directs, the wagon rumbles along its way, and Ianto blows smoke rings with his pipe. Only when they arrive at the forge does he stir from his seat, tapping the wagon to let it know it needs to stop. "How much do you need to grab from here?" he asks.
