Ravenshook Cliffs slipping down, down, down

govinda smiled in gratitude, but shook his head slowly. keep it, he responded, his voice gentle. you're younger than i am--it's better if you build up your good luck early. in case of emergency, he added, a chuckle in his voice.

his brows raised high as he spoke of a performing troupe. govinda had traveled with bands of wolves such as that before, though he hadn't heard of the concept in quite some time. certainly not here in the teekon wilds. i am sorry to hear you can't find your troupe, he said, face growing solemn. the curiosity, though, could not be denied. what kind of performance? song, dance, stories?

govinda had always been partial to the songs. he was an average dancer, and he preferred his stories set to music and rhythm. and then there were other forms of art, as well. this young man intrigued him greatly.

my name is govinda, he murmured. what's yours, bachcha?