"Dyne, you say…"
"Tis the marked name!"
"To that evil, there is no way it be!"
For a moment all eyes fell on twisted sky, as he slowly took of the old dusty hat he wore. In doing so his whole nature changed to a refined dignitary.
"Due forgive my fragmented nature, it's a risk associated with a dissolved domain." The other voices stayed silent as the true steward of Twisted sky stepped in. In truth in the short time spent with the other steward Void Lands liked this version the best.
"Do say, Dyne, I have heard of such a name, wasn't it some three hundred years ago?" Steward Void Lands twisted his beard to get out the half coil that was forming in the dry arctic air. He wasn't born when the person he knew as Dyne existed, nor had he embroiled himself in mudane history.
