Charcoal, Sulphur, and Cow Manures

His next sighting would be at Helholt, specifically around the sulfuric Brimstone.

There, when the prince was sighted, the riverside was often filled with loud booms, as if wildfire was detonated in the riverside itself. The prince was often sighted at Helholt, where he often would steal charcoal, much to everyone's confusion. He also sometimes sneaked into a cattle barn, and stole their manure and piss, which became more and more strange. Lord Uller has an entry about Prince Morian's time in Helholt.

[Lord Uller's writing]

They say that The Ullers were half mad and half worse, but if someone asked me if I ever met a madman, I would say that I have met Prince Morian. When the boy arrived at Helholt, he didn't stay in it, instead, he camped on the riverside of Brimstone, and if you know the area, that place stinks. You can't even drink the water, Sulphur filled the river, making it yellow, and yet the prince lived there for around six months.

Ever since the prince settled near the brimstone, many blacksmiths in my land complained about their missing charcoal. I dismissed it at first because it was trivial, but then it got strange. People started to complain that someone entered their barns, they said that the one who sneaked inside didn't take anything, but instead cleaned the barn, all the cow shit had been cleaned, nowhere to be found.

And so I ordered some of the guards to patrol the barns, and a guard discovered that an olive skinned boy with clear blue eyes was the one who took it, a salty Dornishman. Now, at Helholt, there's rarely a Salty Dornishman here, and at that time, there was only one boy that fit the description, it was the prince.

And so I asked a man to send a letter to the boy, asking what he wants, and surprisingly, the boy wanted to meet me, so we set up a meeting at night. When I saw him, gods, he didn't look like a boy at all. His arms are full of scars, and his hands are hardened like smallfolk. And so I ask him what he wants, he only asks three things.

"Charcoal, Sulphur, and Cow Shit."

And they say that the Ullers are half-mad.