Bearclaw Valley on the nights you feel outnumbered

What the -- a rock?

Was that a serious answer?

Revui didn't know if she was kidding or not. The tone of her voice was more serious, but that didn't mean much to him. He often overlooked jokes or failed to read in to someone's intended meaning, and here he was abruptly aware of how odd a statement that could be. It had to be a joke. He didn't find it funny, but he didn't know how to react to it either.

The stone sat at the entrance to the valley, but he'd never taken an interest in it; in fact, Revui had totally missed the fact it stood there to begin with. He looked around to try and determine which rock it was she spoke of, but honestly couldn't figure it out. His face furrowed, feeling foolish. What is important about a rock?