"Either is fine," he said with a disinterested shrug. "Roland, though, if you will." He didn't really feel like Mr. Deschain yet, that was his father, say true. He was less than a year a man, and it would take time to get used to such things.
"A place that tells history?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He couldn't help but wonder if there'd be anyone left to give Gilead such a thing, a place to remember the Gunslingers, and the Line of Eld, and all they'd done to try to keep the world from moving on. It was a sad thought, either way.
"You're not alone in that, sai," he said with a nod. "My world, they tell me it's in the far future, although I've no proof of that. But in my world, even paper is hard to come by."