Blood of my blood

Hieroria. The name was unfamiliar to Hattori's ears, though that was to be expected. Even now he knew so little of the world, was content to keep in his corner as long as he was left well alone. Perhaps his mood would change with the tides, that he would want to extend his reach to further afield, but for now he was content enough. It was enough, or so he told himself.

He nodded to himself, as though stowing her name away for later use. Though he doubted it would come to that, most faces he met he never saw again. Or only in passing.

"The Boneyard." Which was rather self-explanatory, given just how many bones were strewn about. No end it in sight, it seemed.