"...Grindeston."
The name escaped his lips in a soft whisper, without him even realizing it. Hex stared at the name on the page before him. Images of the town and its people flashed before his eyes. Memories of his childhood played out in his mind.
'...is it the same place? Or just a similar name?' Nothing of the town he grew up in resembled it being a ruin of the past. No one, not even the haughty Glaciaborns had mentioned anything that hinted at their connection with such a legendary past. Not even once.
Yet, he believed it to be the same place.
'Master lived there after having lost everything. Like he was healing his wounds. The world would have welcomed him, no matter where he went, yet he chose to live in that isolated place. I never understood why. Perhaps, this is why.'
