Darkness had marked itself across the spirit of the young man as he slipped quietly through the crowd to sit near Katja, though still aside enough as to clearly denote her superior rank. He'd vented to Baldur and the cathartic act had helped him significantly. Though he still felt a numb determination to remove his families legacy from these lands. Ebony no longer belonged to the Xanilov's. It was Katja's pack and her's alone. Relics like him needn't tarry here. Perhaps being on his own for awhile would help regain some of his lost self-respect though he had no plans to join his sister Valeriya. She'd only rub his decision in his face and make him feel worse for his failures. No he'd stay til the end of the festival then speak with Katja about his decision and secretly he feared what his teacher's reaction would be.
