Ghent was too amazed to be concerned over Drust's initial irritation. Almost everything about Wonderland provided something that would have been thought impossible on Earth. Every moment spent in their world challenged him to adapt. 
	"Two weeks..." Ghent murmured, disbelief written all over his face. Since Hatter put so much of himself into Drust's creation, he wondered if any of that was visibly apparent. Did the Knight resemble Hatter? Did they sound alike? Did they share similar mannerisms? Ghent’s mind spun with so many questions, his head hurt. He could have easily spent his two hours of watch duty by questioning Drust.
	"That's pretty intense,” he added, still marveling over the fact that Drust was a result of his father’s connection with magic. He took notice of the smirk, and the way the Knight stared at his palm. Ghent waited for something to happen, but nothing did. Perhaps the Knight was reflecting on his creation date. Ghent couldn't imagine starting life as a teenager -- it was strange, and a little sad that Drust didn't have a childhood to look back on, or a family.[i] Unless...[/i]
	Ghent's eyes widened as a realization hit him. Since his father was responsible for Drust's creation, did that mean they were related? Perhaps not by blood, but... 
	Just as Ghent began to ask, Drust put an end to the conversation. 
	“O-oh. Okay.” Even though he had more things he wanted to say, Ghent wasn't disappointed. He managed to get more information out of the Knight than he expected to, and learned some more about his father in the process. 
	“Well, talk to you tomorrow.” Offering a small wave, Ghent turned, hopeful that was the case. If he spoke to Drust beforehand, that would mean they had an intruder. [i]Or intruders. [/i]Biting his bottom lip, Ghent surveyed the clearing as much as the firelight would allow. From what he could tell, nothing seemed amiss.
	Thankfully, the conversation stimulated his mind enough to stay awake. He remained sore and overall terrified, but at least he had answers. Little by little, the pieces of his past were coming together.
	Keeping his staff at his side, Ghent began to circle the clearing. Taking care not to disturb the others, he kept his footsteps light and kept his head on a swivel. If anything ambushed them, he knew he had mere seconds to react. Pushing his fear aside as much as possible, Ghent continued onward, determined to fulfill his task.