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When he had answered, she'd realized her mistake in having not spoken throughout their trip. Nothing had been shared with him relating to the tribe, how it worked, or what to expect from it. She'd grown silent, offering not even a nod in his direction. She'd wondered where to begin, as well as if he was even interested in learning. The latter of her concerns had been extinguished when he'd answered her other question, for with it there had come a want to be told of the tribe. Still, she knew not where to begin, or how much should be shared with him. The past had come to mind, but quickly was it forced away for something better. The manner in which they lived, the ideals that they lived by—or, in some cases, were expected to live by.

"We live within a cavern," she'd said, starting off with the basics. "It is a lovely place, and I hope that you will come to think so as well." Even though she had not liked the lair at first, it had quickly grown on her and turned into a home that she could never imagine abandoning. "Prior to being welcomed, everyone must offer a vow of loyalty, though there have been plenty of times in which those vows have been broken." Times that she often wished to forget about, for every time someone did so, it was viewed by her as a great act of betrayal. To go back on one's word was most unwise, and those that did so were beings that Asterr wished to never be associated with. "We live as a family, but... I suppose even the most devoted of families encounter issues with one another on occasion." The girl could remember, still, her departure from the territory. What had caused her to leave, and then what had driven her out. "Is there anything else in particular that you would like to know?" Asterr did not mind answering any questions that he might have, whether they be of her home or herself.