Ghent failed to suppress a laugh as Elayra smacked his arm away. Twirling the stem of the leaf between two fingers, he released his prize and smirked wider when Elayra scowled deeper. She was jealous, he was certain of it. 
	"There was nothing accidental about it!" Ghent's obnoxious grin was soon wiped from his face. The boy remained focused on Elayra, failing to notice her reach for the sword again. "I meant for the door to open, and now it is," he gestured to the pathway with a dramatic wave of hand. "You're welcome." 
	[i]Children? [/i] Feeling Elayra was responsible for the insult, Ghent returned the glare. Begrudgingly, he followed her through the doorway, halting when his too-bulky backpack became wedged between the space provided. 
	"For pities sake," Ghent twisted left and right to free his luggage. Feeling Elayra's eyes on him, he froze and inwardly groaned after she called dibs on sparring with him first. Wisely, he refrained from responding. The more annoying he was, the less mercy he would be shown. The evil gleam in Elayra's eyes made that obvious. 
	[i]Great. Now she wants to kill me! [/i] Ghent had no one but himself to blame, yet he blamed Elayra anyway. Tugging on the straps impatiently, he freed his inconveniently shaped backpack and trudged after the pair. His excitement about opening the gate was quelled by his own foolishness. 
 	"My...what?" Ghent took on a blank expression. He barely caught what was said, and would have missed Drust's comment entirely if not for the look Elayra gave him. He was so used to them referring to his father as Hatter, he almost forgot about the 'Mad' part. Madness wasn't something Ghent wanted to be associated with. Especially not after questioning his own sanity over the years.
	"I guess I'll have to give that some thought." Peering over Elayra's head, Ghent could see hints of the upcoming forest. Still new to the world of Wonderland, he wasn't troubled by the sight. It didn't look welcoming, but he didn't expect to feel welcomed after what he was told about Wonderland's condition.
 	"So...where did he get that name from?" Ghent started to quicken his pace so he wasn't lagging behind. Before Miles showed up, he recalled Elayra beginning to tell him something about Hatter. This was an opportune time to get answers. 
 	"Is there a story behind that? Or is he...you know." Ghent suddenly felt uncomfortable. He hesitated, keeping the two in his line of vision to read their faces. "Is he crazy?"