Moonspear I can't light no more of your darkness

Had he known her thought process, he probably would have laughed and nodded. and told her. WHere's the lie, but he didn't and he couldn't. 

He chuckled at her words and a light of pure mirth lit up his eyes. He could hear the way she wasn't saying what she really wanted too and it filled him with the good ole jollies.

Well met Historian Keen. That's a noble trade and speciality.

Most people either loved him despite his clear shortcomings or hated him. There was no inbetween. There had never been.

A smile lit up his face and his eyes. They glowed with a deep seated happiness. He loved talking about stories. There was a small wiggle in his tail as he spoke. I tell all sorts. Ones of love and passion, those of darker nature. I tell myths and fables and legends. I speak for those that can't speak for themselves. I tell stories of the spirits that inhabit places. I tell stories of heartbreak and happiness. All around.