[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    stared at her for a long moment after she’d finished, not even acknowledging her offer to rebrand him with the Mask rune. He mulled over her words for a time, considering what she had said. The anger, the frustration, and even the disgust began to wane, the lattermost moreso than the other two. The shame remained, stabbing at him like a thousand pins and needles, poking and prodding at his mind. Farren’s shoulders slumped and finally he managed to release much of the tension he’d been holding. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“I hate to say it…but you’re right,”[/b][/color] he said.

Farren was trying to be better, he reminded himself, and admitting when he was wrong was part of that. He pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closing for a long moment. He shook his head, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“No…give me the Heir Rune instead,”[/b][/color] he said, he’d clearly come to some decision.

After a moment his hand dropped and he opened his eyes. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“The Dream may not have chosen me, but it has accepted me, in its own way. Perhaps these…anomalies are its rebellion, perhaps they are something else, but you’re right. If not us…then whom. The Heir Rune will make it easier for me to navigate the world beyond and while I’d prefer to stick to my strengths, I think perhaps delving somewhat into the Arcane is an inevitability. Besides, the Mask rune may prevent use of [i]any[/i] lantern, and that’s an unacceptable flaw.”[/b][/color]

Farren pushed up his sleeve so she could use the brand and as she did he glanced towards their hosts. He regarded the two, but otherwise remained silent. Once she had branded him, to which Farren didn’t really react, beyond one muscle in his arm growing tense for a fraction of a second, he spoke up. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Is there anyway either of you might know for us to acquire another brand?”[/b][/color] He gestured back at the tool Ophelia held to make it clear to what he was referring.