Stone Circle This is our story - our hope

The ghost was anything but nameless; so many on his journey, and now here, had given him a name that fitted him. Comla, Casper, Quiet - he had a long list if he was being honest. Secretly he hoped Ezekiel would grant him a name as well and not try and guess his real one like some had attempted. It came from his past and had nothing to do with him anymore - it seemed The Wise Ones agreed.

At the question asked, Calloon nodded regally with a slight bow, flopping his ears a few times to show he was at least interested in going hunting with a new friend. Excited he would become whenever they were actually actively hunting.