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The other spoke as though he knew it all, from the ways of the world before their time to how things would be in the future. He spoke of the sun and peace, and how the wolves were once rulers of all the world as he'd said it himself. At some point Keelut's interest peaked prompting him to turn himself around to look at the nightcrawler priest for the first time. He couldn't hold back a chuckle; by his voice Phocion was exactly how Keelut had imagined him. Small and pretentious looking with his funny little smirk. But something stood out from everything else and Keelut found himself staring after the other male stopped talking. A moon-shaped scar on his left temple, which the pale wyrling didn't have a hard time guessing was some sort of religious mark like the ones they had on their shoulders in Blackfeather Woods.

Squinting, Keelut asked Am I right to asume you're some kind of priest, Phocion? of course he was right, which is why he smiled as though there was some kind of joke in everything he said. I've met quite a handful of priests in my lifetime, you know? he continued raising his eyebrows, absolutely ignoring Phocion's question (for Keelut's residence was hardly relevant in that moment). Keelut's travels, aside from proving fruitful from an intellectual standpoint, had given given him the chance to explore intriguing ways of life and beliefs as well as those faithful to them. He didn't plan on stopping anytime soon.

Would you care to explain how the sun is to be blamed for the turbulence of this world? he begged, settling down in a sitting position to pay absolute attention to his new friend, ears perked forward as @Tizheruk --who had always been close by, dragged himself up the witch's leg and around his neck to do exactly the same.