Bearclaw Valley Who needs diamonds

she was so relaxed, so confident. val was beginning to suspect he was in the lair of lions, and he a sheep. why did they keep him around? why had they not realized he wasn't cut from their cloth at all?

pandora, it seemed, had undergone some sort of ritual to become one of them. val's throat bobbed; he had no such ritual thrust upon him. curious, but reluctant to show his ignorance at all, val began with a neutral query. what did you do?