บท 866: The Detective's Secrets, Part 3

Castus Salnor.

I was never one for names, I don't think I mentioned that enough yet. I get it, I hear it, and then I forget it. That's usually how it goes.

It was different for Castus, however. Even after long enough to forget, to never recall again - I still remember.

If I rack my brain hard enough, I could almost vaguely put a face to the name. Some murky silhouette of an old man. I could see him saggy, wrinkled - yet also robust, sprightly despite appearances. 

But what he looked like wasn't what earned his name the elusive spot it held in the back of my mind. 

It's what he was, and who he was to the moment at hand…

From memory, deep dormant memories, I remembered him being the one to seek Ria deep within her forest dwelling. For many winters, many cycles of the seasons, coming to her with pleas to aid the fight against Terestra, and always leaving with adamant denials in return.