Romulus closed the book he was reading as he looked out the window. He had agreed to meet Shredder, his traveling companion, downstairs for breakfast. Having finally found his own Personal Truename, he was ready to face the world. He rose from his chair gathering his notes together from the last few days. Looking to the hearth burning low he walked over and tossed his notes on the logs, stoking them into flames consuming the research of the last week. He did not look back as he passed through the doorway heading downstairs to find Shredder, his own sigils glowing gently in their shadowy illumination.