Barrow Fields Coming Together. Why?

He shook his head, it was not his skull. Arrille had never even thought of keeping a skull, maybe to chew on but that was the only reason he could think of. Besides that, he found it would be an odd attachment to something already dead. "Not mine." He watched as she set it down.

"Uh....n-no, I'm good" he answered back to her. He remained at a distance, standing there looking rather awkward. All of these recent meetings had been just as awkward, more so even. "You keep it...y-you found it." He took a bit of a step back, looking away from the skull.

"A-Arrille." He felt comfortable to give a name, since she seemed about his age.