It was hard to describe how he felt, but one word for it would be numb. He felt numb to the memories of his great childhood with his parents and his siblings. He felt numb watching his own children play together and he even felt numb with Kvothe touched him. He has never felt numb like this before. He always felt something and often cried when things didn’t go his way. He had cried over Xiomara many times, but he could no longer cry over his parents. Mother was so broken that she left her family behind for the sea. He did not know if she was even still alive because his last memory was only her back and she swam away from their island.

He could imagine she found some kind of happiness out there unlike the end his father met. Though Warsaw was surrounded by friends and family, his death was painful. Ironclad couldn’t imagine being so powerful one day and everyone watching you unable to even stand that next. It was heartbreaking, but for some reason he couldn’t cry. But someone else was. Her lonely call echoed throughout the Inlet and beckoned him to her. He walks like he was in a trance, some kind of nightmare, as the leopard mare comes into view. She was a cute mare that he often looked at from afar, but he would never dare try anything. She was his brother’s girl.

The closer he got he noticed the shake of her shoulders and the fears the fell from her cheeks. His pace quickens to her side as his muzzle slowly reaches out to gently touch her shoulder. ”Lace? What’s wrong? What has happened? Is it my brother?” He becomes worried something bad happened to Letavice. Could he take any more loss?