A thought enters his mind.
His dark eyes find their way back to him, to Anawar.
“Anawar. I am S’gath,” he says. He has no title. His birthright was in ruin, his true home devoid of life and barren for what now felt like an eternity.
The path ahead was one he knew. He had once touched the Hills, laid claim to it and lived there but it had never been his, and yet he had never been alone. There had always been Benjamin, forever nearby, the ‘wingman’ if you would but never was he anything like that. He was strong. He had always been a force to be reckoned with.
A grin crosses his face. It gives him a more unappealing, unkind look but it was gone just as quick as the idea settled inside his mind.
“Perhaps we should return the Cove to its rightful owner?” He says in a throwaway manner, as S’gath leans his head backward and watches Anawar. He may not know who the man was truly, but he knew enough for now to make a choice and his own path was cleared. The fog lifted.
It would be a challenge but one he welcomed.
He had a feeling that Anawar would be rather similar in this fact...