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When she nudged happily for his attempt, a smile broke across Mordecai's face easily. He didn't think he had thought of something that great, but at least his attempt was appreciated. Or just maybe, he had a knack for this storytelling business after all, though he would not have wanted to going around putting Osprey out of business for it. She added easily to the brief imagery he felt he had conjured. He pictured the thrashing around of said Lauren, but this dispelled itself when she prompted him. Why had the Lauren been banished? That was a good question, but Mordecai felt he had an answer waiting in the proverbial wings. Perhaps her enjoyment of his story was enough to encourage him further.

"Well, maybe it's more tragic than that, a story of how he deals with it. Perhaps he was banished because he hurt someone and no one would believe it was an accident. So instead of trying to prove all his friends or family of the truth, he let himself be exiled. And over time, he grew bitter," he explained, pausing for a moment. "Eventually, that bitterness just became pure anger whenever he looked upon them from his mountain. He thrashed about and caused them avalanches until they were all gone, whether they were dead or had run away, and thus earned the notoriety of being evil." Now he was beginning to understand the fun behind making up a story; no wonder Osprey enjoyed it so much!