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Avraam’s swift correction pushed thoughts of phantasms from Cambria’s mind. He’d heard of gods in passing, though he couldn’t recall anything specific at present. Avraam spoke of a single god with such reverence that the yearling just knew it started with a capital “G”: a proper name.

He arched a brow at the remark about evidence. What a bold allegation. A stupid one, Cambria thought, though of course he didn’t interrupt. He let Avraam finish, then weighed his words for a moment before responding.

It doesn’t sound like my sort of thing, he told the truth. If you’re not here to convert anyone, why are you here? the Dragonling pressed.

Editing in a conclusion since Abraham/Avraam dropped. :)

Feeling rather tired edging toward crabby, he cautioned Avraam against hunting here, as the sounder “belonged” to the Redtails in a sense. Cambria then excused himself, taking one last assessment of the wild pigs—counting them, perhaps—before making his way back to the rise. Once there, he would find something to eat in a cache, get some rest and eventually ask around about the man he’d buried.