Shakespeare tried his hardest to keep away from the strangers that lurked around these lands, that now had taken over his old home as well. It was of course easier said than done however and something about the man that now called out and approached him seemed familiar. It was easy to place why, on a quick glance he could have been mistaken for his father, the markings around his eyes so similar simply darker in colouring. Was this another uncle or something? He knew that he had other aunts and uncles out in the world, though never had he had the chance to meet most of them.
This man knew his father as well, speaking of Soliloquy by name as he questioned the child on whether or not he was his son. He would nod his head slightly in response, not really sure what else to say upon the matter. Who was this man perhaps? And his own name might be a good start. "Shakespeare." He began simply. "Who are you?
